Linda needed a break. So armed with her fake alligator carry on and her real Jimmy Choos shoes she clicked her way to the first available airline counter. She didn't care where she went, as long as she was not here. She glanced around, her face a dictionary definition of concentration, looking, looking, peering, peering. her head slightly moving. Aha! An empty counter. Hmmm, I've never heard of this airline but who cares, she mumbled to herself. Arriving at the counter, "One first class ticket please and can i call ahead for a car to meet me there?" Linda, from New York, New York, smiled happily as she was told, yes, there are available seats in first class and at Fortill Airlines, we provide first class customer service.
Yes, Linda soon began to relax. As her plane rose in the air, she decided that she had made a wise decision not to inform anyone of where she was going. She didn't need any pressure right now. All she desired was a tall glass of some coconut water and an extra tall man to serve it.
With no incidence and extremely first class service, Linda's plane landed. The stewardess asked her, if she still desired to hire a car. What would Linda do?
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