Ernestine was our Flight Attendant on our first flight of the trip. She kept us laughing the whole way from Greensboro to Washington, DC. Her best line came as we were taxiing out to the runway. We had been delayed a bit and so the pilot was obviously in a hurry to get us off the ground, so he was rolling out pretty fast, and she stumbled walking back to check on all the passengers. At one point, after a pretty hard right turn, she looked at us and said, “He’s trying to kill me.” Not very comforting words from the Flight Attendant just before take-off.
