All this spilling of food in restaurants reminds me of my first experience with Air France. It was in the late '60s. They had two kinds of stewardesses. There were some beautiful, stern looking, very efficient stewardesses and there were some pretty, friendly boopsies.
A boopsie was collecting trays. She turned a little bit and, unintentionally, was pouring the leftovers from a can of pop, onto the bald spot of the passenger in front of me. I pointed this out to her. So, she started to wipe his head with a napkin. While she was doing that, she was pouring the rest down the neck of the passenger next to the first "victim". My sister, my mother, and I had a very hard time not laughing.
A boopsie was collecting trays. She turned a little bit and, unintentionally, was pouring the leftovers from a can of pop, onto the bald spot of the passenger in front of me. I pointed this out to her. So, she started to wipe his head with a napkin. While she was doing that, she was pouring the rest down the neck of the passenger next to the first "victim". My sister, my mother, and I had a very hard time not laughing.
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