So my flight tonight was delayed and we were stuck on the tarmac. A cute little old lady is sitting next to me and talking to someone on the phone. It went a little something like this:
“Hi, please connect me to Lori Fletcher’s room please. Fletcher. No, Fletcher. Her room. She’s in room 1A. Lori Fletcher. No, that’s not who I’m asking for, I want to speak to LORI… FLETCHER. FLETCHER. F-L-E-T-C-H-E-R. Can I just call her room directly? Well I just spelled it for you. F-L-E-T-C-H-E-R. Lori Fletcher! THAT’S F AS IN FUCK YOU, CAN YOU UNDERSTAND ME NOW?!?”
At this point everyone around her was laughing and clapping. People quieted down though as soon as the racial slurs came out. Grandma’s got ‘tude.