a flying conversation with black and white "me"

Okay, I had to post this "shyte:"

In March, a British Airways economy-class passenger on a flight from Delhi, India, died onboard, and the corpse was moved to the less-congested first-class section, to the chagrin of Paul Trinder, who had paid the equivalent of about $6,000 for his nearby seat. When he complained, he said he was told just to "get over it" and that no refund would be offered. [The Independent (London), 3-18-07]

Time the hell out!! The attitudinal black woman in me is screaming out, "Unt uh, honey, no they didn't! You gon' put a 'definitely dead' person beside me on a plane, and then tell me to 'get over it?' Hell naw! Ya'll betta go kick rocks before I punch you in the balls!"

Now, the calmer Caucasian woman in me is saying, "Now, dear, what were they supposed to do at 32,000 feet in the air? Push the man out the plane door? There was hardly anything the stewardesses and people onboard could do but make it comfortable for the majority of the 'flightees,' which were the people back there in coach. Shoot, they probably didn't know what to do with a dead body! I mean, what would you do?"

The black woman is winning..."Well, then, don't put that damn body beside me! Let me sit beside somebody alive, and that body can have the damn row, for all I care! And cover that sh** up! Don't nobody wanna look at no decaying body parts! Ew, it stink!"

LOL

Ain't life a bitch?