Steven Slater

Honey, this zombie baby has had a lot of customer service jobs. A LOT!

I have lived my fantasies vicariously through Steven Slater, baby. I've tried to get the real poop on what happened, but you can never really get the same story. But you know you've been there. You wanted to do it. Maybe not jump outta a plane, but shit, you wanted to let that 'customer' know that "NO THE CUSTOMER ISN'T ALWAYS RIGHT and they are fucking lucky to still be alive because I'm not quite going postal on them."

If he's been working airlines for 20 years, something tells me he's been a pretty decent host, or he would have been fired years ago. He just reached that point and decided the crap wasn't worth it any more.

Steven, I sure don't blame ya. I'm also glad you chose to go nuts in a way where you managed not to hurt any one (well, besides the 20Gs it will cost to replace the door). I am glad you popped some sleepy eyes open all around the world saying that we are just not going to take too much shit, so watch the fuck out, biatches!

and, thank you for letting me live through you, as I just can't get up the nerve to do anything like this. You got bawls of brass!
Free Steven Slater!