I am still scratching my head to make sense of this last bit.
That said, when I grow up and become a pilot, I want to be just like Jim.
Never, EVER wear anything on your belt.
EVER!!!!!
No cellphones, no pocketknives, no zippo lighters, no Blackberries, no sunglass cases, no Cleos, no Trios, no
nothin'.
Trust me on this one. Don't ask, don't question, just trust me.
Oh yeah...
MeowMix- The cheddar snack mix you get sometimes on meal flights... instead of an actual, you know, meal. Often accompanied by crackers, fun-sized candy, and a kind of pickled, pepperoni-sized meat slices we affectionately refer to as Snausages.
Lifer Juice- Black coffee, brewed as strong as possible in the galley, which means: two bags, shaken to loosen up the grounds and placed seam down in the coffemaker. Once brewed, one of the bags is plopped in the pot for that little extra sumpn'. This was taught to me by the most wonderful Louisiana woman I have ever met. I had her for several pairings before Houston figured out what a good FA she was and stole her away with promises of an easier commute. She gave me the most memorabe and useful advice I've ever had on an overnight, before she left: "Hmmph. Chile, you betta leave that heffa' 'lone."
I left that heffa' alone. And a good thing too. Chereal, I miss you. IAH, you better treat her well. You just don't know what you've got.