themetaphorgirl:

It’s a classic.

So the gate agent was checking the cabin and whatnot, “pull on the yellow strap,” all that jazz, and a lady had her backpack on, and the gate agent was like “ma’am, your bag has to go under your seat.”

And the woman looked confused and horrified, and said “baby go under seat?”

And lo and behold, she take the backpack off and turns it around…

AND THERE IS A BABY.

Baby did not go under seat. Baby and mother were hastily escorted out for a rider swap.

But now it is a custom amongst us spaceport agents to yell “baby under seat?” at each other. It’s like our traditional greeting. To which the proper reply is “Ehhh, together, family!”

Reblogging because it’s our 26th anniversary, and also because I think the new movie is coming out? Maybe. I might have seen something about a new Star Wars.

themetaphorgirl:

Me: “Hi there! Party of three? Here’s your flight glasses, we’ll find a gate for y’all.”

Ten Year Old Boy: “Do they pay you to talk like that?”

Me: “…no. I just naturally talk like Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls.”

oh my god Josh just said I should have answered with “DO THEY PAY YOU TO WEAR THAT MASK? OH WAIT THAT’S YOUR FACE.”

That would have gone over real well, I’m sure.