I boarded my flight to San Jose on Delta, took my seat, and was surprised to find a large purple parrot in the seat next to me.
The flight took off and a pretty flight attendant walked down the aisle past me and my seat mate. "Hey, b!tch," the parrot said, "bring me a whiskey and soda, and make it snappy!"
The attendant looked annoyed, but walked on. A minute later, she walked back up the aisle, and the parrot piped up again: "dammit, you lazy whore, where's my whiskey? Hurry it up!"
Visibly flustered, the attendant hurried up the aisle and returned quickly with the parrot's drink.
Impressed with the parrot's technique, I decided to get some quick service for myself. "Hey, slut," I said, "get me a beer. And don't drag your ass - I want it right now!"
The Flight Attendant turned red with anger and ran to the front of the plane.
In a moment she returned with the First Officer and two burly male flight attendants. The crewmen seized me and the parrot, jerked open the emergency door, and hurled us both out of the airplane at 20,000 feet.
As we were hurtled out the door, the parrot said to me , "Ya know, for someone who can't fly, you got a lotta balls!"
