First thing to know, I broke my hand.
Badly.
I’ll post about that soon.
Suffice it to say I’m in a cast right now and I had to do some travel.
I was stuffing my bag into the overhead one handed.
I was approached by a very nice and obviously gay flight attendant.
Gay flight attendant: “Do you need help with your bag?”
My: “No, I’m fine.”
GFA: “Can I ask what happened to your hand?”
Me: “Freak fisting accident. This is why poppers are important.”
The look on his face trying not to die of embarrassed laughter was worth it.
And that, kids, is what libertine libertarians call “the invisible hand.”
You spelled phisting wrong