Well, my stories aren't quite as cool as Flaccid Cookies and all.

Most of mine, I didn't even know the guest name or need to.

Like the FA who wandered into the lobby in an Orlando hotel where the crews of XX airline stayed. It was 2am and she was STARK NAKED. (This was before grandmas were FA's). We escorted back to her room. She was incoherent and when we opened the door we knew why. There were assorted pills all over her bed.

We just put here to bed and forgot about it.

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"Oh heck, bring me a quad."