I'd be great

I hate long commitments.
I like to travel.
I find it easy to perform in front of strangers.
I change my persona depending on the person I'm speaking to.
I'd be a great airplane stewardess.

I feel fulfilled but never overwhelmed if some one asks me to get them something of absolutely no intellectual or spiritual value.
Would you like more coffee, sir?
Oh, another pillow for you, madame?
I'm sorry, sweetie, we don't offer cookies on this flight.
Smiley sweetlty, fold hands together, half curtsy, and strut back to the "kitchen" without looking like a baby giraffe trying out the new legs on turbulence.
I'd be a great airplane stewardess.

I love this no consequence lifestyle.
All I'm responsible for, all I have to do is:
Pour a man his twenty-third cup of coffee,
Hand an overweight woman another pillow the size of her ear,
and convince a four year old that over-salted peanuts are just as good, if not better, than Oreos.

"Excuse me! Do you think i can get another one of those, uh... eye cover... sleepy things? Oh, better yet, a cup of tea and another pillow?"
I was made to be an airline stewardess.