[sally]

We get on our connecting flight to our final destination, and the crew announces their whole, welcome aboard blah blah. At the end, one crew member is like, 'And we're starving so if anyone has a slice of pecan pie, we've got a craving so please let us have some'

This is the day before Thanksgiving btw.

Anyway so my 12 year old brother is real loud and all like, 'I have a slice!' and I guess the crew was really old/tired/wannabe funny and they took that as liberty to kid around with us because they would just now stop cracking really stupid and unprofessional jokes with us. Just the 4 people out of my family, mainly myself and my brother, out of the entire plane. It was so awkward. They took it too far. At one point I got annoyed because they wouldn't stop picking on my brother, and he's a semi shy kid (I don't even know how he got the guts to say what he had about the slice of pie earlier) so I was like, I just wanna tell them them our cats do bite on command (we were flying with our two kittens in a carrier). I was going to say that, except they started messing with my brother again and so he was like, 'You know, my cats bite on demand' and they're all like ooooh really insert lame joke blah blah blah.

I was really tired and wanted them to shut up and leave us alone already, so I was kinda trying to ignore them except at one point I heard one of the crew member guys that was annoying us get on the loud speaker thing and be like, 'Ladies and gentlemen, if there are any social workers on the plane, I would like to let you know that the two juvenile runaways you're looking for are in seats 5C and 5D'

And I'm literally like, WHAT THE HELL? Who does that? Yeah, he was talking about us. I got soooo freaking annoyed. So the next time they passed by I was like, nice one..but I'm not a juvenile, I'm almost 21. And they're like, oh, that doesn't matter in [insert state we were flying into] because there, you're a juvenile until 30. So my brother goes to the guy like, I guess that means you're way past your juvenile years. And he was like ha ha.

I was glad it was only like a 56 minute flight but it felt like forever and a half. Toward the end of the flight I guess the crew felt bad about messing with us, so the smart mouthed guy goes to the back and grabs a bunch of in flight snacks and just gives them to my whole family and is like, keep it, keep it. As if that's supposed to make us love them or something. Then he went back and got more snacks, and so now we have a lifetime supply of Deltas gourmet Biscoff cookies or whatever. They taste crappy tho.

When it was time to get off, I stayed back because I had my cats and I thought it'd be best to leave in the end because everyone's in a hurry and pushing and getting out their luggage from the compartments, etc so I noticed everybody and their mom was walking past the aisles just staring at me. At one point I got so fed up that I was like, uh yeah I'm not really a runaway, and the woman just grinned nervously and went her way. And obviously we're all dressed as Muslims. I hate being put on the spotlight, and don't like attention from random strangers because of my Muslimness. It's gotten old and predictable.

I get off as one of the last people, walk into the airport terminal and obviously the crew got off as well so they were right behind us. One of the annoying crew members comes up to my mom and is like, you have a beautiful family blah blah blah intelligent children blah blah blah and my mom is just like yeah ok. We were really annoyed by all of them, or haven't I said that enough times already? Anyway my dad is like, yeah I'm going to write to Delta about you. She's like, oh really, something good I hope? And he's like uh huh. And she walked off nervously.

The end.