We were returning from our spring break trip from Boston (wonderful place, but another topic all together). My husband got one upgrade to first class. And obviously I took it (after all, Moms need that break, right?) Anyway, so as the flight attendant comes by, after much deliberation in my head as to what drink I should ask for to utilize the full value of taking the seat from my husband, I say, 'Vodka with Cranberry juice, please'. I was expecting a 'Sure'/ 'No problem'/ 'Here, Mam' or even...
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