Legs in the air
You know how it is. All you want to do is eat peanuts, sip some apple juice and lose yourself in one of those in-flight magazines they tuck in with the barf bags and instructions for using your fellow passengers as floatation devices. And then some loose looking dame across the aisle bats her eyes and heaves her bosoms at you and damn if you can get absorbed in that article about how to ensure your luggage never gets lost. Almost every time I fly, some future Playboy model makes flagrant passes at me and ruins the whole travel experience. And so you’ve just got to summons a steward at once and make him order the slattern across the aisle to cover herself. Because by God, we have to put up with provocative dress in the shopping malls and schools, like hell we should have to tolerate it when we’re flying to Duluth. Am I right, people? Am I right?
I’ll leave it to you to rule whether Kyla Ebbert was dressed inappropriately for airline travel. Me, I just don’t see the problem. My guess is that some conservative bastard spotted her and became afraid he might join the mile-high club all by himself. And while most airlines still hand out vomit receptacle bags, I don’t know of any that provide wet naps.
Next up: breasts on airlines. Too dangerous to be allowed?
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November 17th, 2007 at 2:01 pm
I dressed like her when I was in junior high, but I only had itty bitty titties back then…..
By breasts, I suppose you refer to feeding a baby? I did that – it keeps the baby quiet during the flight & reduces the ear pressure. But I did tend to be modest enough to cover my shoulder with a baby blanket. but if someone happened to catch a peek, so what?
That’s what God made boobs for, baby food not boys toys, the fun’s just a bonus.
November 18th, 2007 at 12:26 pm
So, I wonder if the woman would have flown without problems if she had B cups instead of those Hooterfied D’s.