It’s been a very long time since I’ve even thought about her, let alone seen her in person. Today I’m going to for the first time in years and all I can think about is how I don’t know what to say.
i am an attendant at the affair to which i do not belong. there are rows of chairs draped in pearl-white satin, bound together by sashes of crimson silk bows. i am an attendant here and there is nobody to greet me with a smile. there are perfumed women covered in taffeta and revlon lipstick stumbling in heels that haven’t been worn since what’s-his-name’s little boy’s christening. they stumbled then too. there are groups of children getting into trouble, and getting filth all over their faces before the ceremony. synchronized motions of handkerchiefs are whipped out of handbags and pockets to dab and nag at filthy child faces between lapses of dulled small talk about doctor’s visits and Marilyn’s botched face-lift and Leslie’s divorce. Some say her husband was having an affair with his dentist’s assistant.
Attendant! Haha! Just returned from a weekend stay at a pretty nice hotel… very uncommon for us. Shocking the difference in the attitude of the attendants on duty at different times of the day/night…
The attendant was very nice. I liked her outfit and the way she had her hair on the plane. She was very tall and very nice. I wish I could be a flight attendant one day and travel the world.
The attendant in my mind is screaming and knocking things over. The future is a mass conglomoration of gnawing teeth and terrible claws. I am afraid and excited. That is all I have to think. There is much more to say
she looked at me with dire eyes. the flight attendant was shaking: her hair bun a mess, mascara running, as the plane was crashing in to the abyss waiting on the ground below.
Their attendant attitude was almost frightening. Each child, only between the years of two and seven, were watching and listening to everything their dictator spoke. They absorbed and worshiped the words as a priest would worship the words if the Bible.
Person who cares for.another or others
Being in attendance to another ( really paying attention to them)
Something connected to another thing or person.
I’ve never even once wanted to become an attendant. I guess it must be boring to see to people’s needs and wants all the time, even though it is not that different from what I do nowadays. I guess we all have to cater to people’s needs sometimes. All the time. I am an attendant
I looked about at the attendant as she walked past, serving erveryone on the plane. I wished i had her life, able to just pick up and go at virtually any time, not tied down to anything. It must be so carefree
An attendant is a person who works for another person kind of like an assistant. An attendant is kind of like a person who is in charge if the person of higher athority is not there.
Attendant to occasions, darling, I remembered the highlights of our years spent together. This anniversary marks 11. And even though we may ultimately bear the weight of them at our journey’s end, my morning laughter was but an echo of last night. And in turn it makes my heart flutter, leap for flight, take off like a beam of light. So even though I’m hardly servile, I’m utterly smitten to call myself your wife.
The attendant at the store smiled at me as if to say, “welcome, I am glad you are here.”. No words were exchanged yet I heard her loud and clearly. I thought to myself, ” if only we all smiled with such conviction and passion.”. It is amazing to me how powerful something so simple as a smile can be. A smile cost nothing but gives so much. A smile, a simple gesture that can be offered anytime, anywhere to anyone. I want to remember the greeting from this gal forever and make it one of my own goals. I want people to walk away from spending time with me even if I never say a word knowing that I was glad they came.
The attendant looked at me really strangely, had I said something wrong? I felt that two glasses of water with a hint of milk seemed reasonable. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she was just having a bad day and the last thing she needed was a strange person making weird request.
The flight attendant stopped at his row and pointed at his bag. “We have to put our bags completely under the seat.”
“It won’t fit.”
“Then put it in the overhead bins.”
He looked in his bag – what did he want to take out? – but the attendant told him, we don’t have all day. He sighed and complied. And just when the bins had been closed and the attendant was walking down the aisle again, his cell phone, still on, rung from its backpack.
Flight attendants aren’t what they used to be, and I’m sure everyone’s going to talk about that on here, so in an effort to be novel, I’m gonna pour one out for the little guy…
The gas station attendant, without whom I’d be lost. With no access to 5-hour energy drinks, without whom I’d lose the ability to garner gas and lotto tickets. . . I wouldn’t be able to test out a lil one-liner I’d just thought of on the ride to work if it weren’t for them, standing steadfast behind their counter like the St. Peter of petrol. So here’s to you, gas station attendant. . . You might smell like motor oil, but you sure get the world’s motor going.
he visits a show or a meeting or a course and there he is joining the others who came for the same reason and then they all listen or participate or do whatever this thing they participate in is all about from their point of view.
I was attending a meeting in LA on business when i heard the doorbell. I rushed to the door and saw a tall man in a full suit with a crisp form in his hand. He looked disappointed about something and was staring at the floor. That was when he told me about Jonathan.
The attendant handed me my bag of peanuts and I immediately got outraged. PEANUTS?! Who the FUCK eats peanuts? I threw them back at the attendant and ran to the back, trying to hide my true disappointment.
I wish there were attendants for everything. Having that opportunity can make everything so much better than how it is now. Oh well… however, one can dream of anything, right?
And sometimes, having a dream of it can make it happen in real life.
I attend to you. I wait on you hand and foot. I listen to you. I am your attendant. Always there, always seen and not heard. I wonder if you’ll ever know… I love you. I have since I first came into your service. But you are an heir to an estate, I am just a maid, just your attendant.
Last week at the pastors convention, Pastor Peter proclaimed that he wanted to go back to his old job…carwash attendant. We all talked him out of it and said get back to work…”the harvest is plentyful but the labors are few.” Get back at it.
i don’t know what i should say about the word “attendant”… maybe it’s because it sounds so passive to me. do you “attend”? yes, i’m “attending”. how soft. it lacks power, action, GROOVE. let’s do more than “attending”, you all!
The attendant walked past the door, and Cecilia shrank backwards into her corner some more. She had to hold onto the hope that her brothers would come. Her golden eyes gleaming in the semi-darkness of the cage, she pulled from her pocket a tiny, faded picture. Her trembling pictures held it there, and Cecilia stared down at the handsome toddler smiling as he held his tiny newborn sister. Cecilia kissed the picture quietly. Her children were waiting for her.
It’s been a very long time since I’ve even thought about her, let alone seen her in person. Today I’m going to for the first time in years and all I can think about is how I don’t know what to say.
i am an attendant at the affair to which i do not belong. there are rows of chairs draped in pearl-white satin, bound together by sashes of crimson silk bows. i am an attendant here and there is nobody to greet me with a smile. there are perfumed women covered in taffeta and revlon lipstick stumbling in heels that haven’t been worn since what’s-his-name’s little boy’s christening. they stumbled then too. there are groups of children getting into trouble, and getting filth all over their faces before the ceremony. synchronized motions of handkerchiefs are whipped out of handbags and pockets to dab and nag at filthy child faces between lapses of dulled small talk about doctor’s visits and Marilyn’s botched face-lift and Leslie’s divorce. Some say her husband was having an affair with his dentist’s assistant.
I like to attend ants. I love when an ant attends one of my parties. I love life.
helps us. attends to us
Attendant! Haha! Just returned from a weekend stay at a pretty nice hotel… very uncommon for us. Shocking the difference in the attitude of the attendants on duty at different times of the day/night…
The attendant walked into the room and laid the papers on the table, petting the cat on the way out.
The attendant was very nice. I liked her outfit and the way she had her hair on the plane. She was very tall and very nice. I wish I could be a flight attendant one day and travel the world.
The attendant in my mind is screaming and knocking things over. The future is a mass conglomoration of gnawing teeth and terrible claws. I am afraid and excited. That is all I have to think. There is much more to say
attendants attend to people’s every whim.
she looked at me with dire eyes. the flight attendant was shaking: her hair bun a mess, mascara running, as the plane was crashing in to the abyss waiting on the ground below.
Their attendant attitude was almost frightening. Each child, only between the years of two and seven, were watching and listening to everything their dictator spoke. They absorbed and worshiped the words as a priest would worship the words if the Bible.
Person who cares for.another or others
Being in attendance to another ( really paying attention to them)
Something connected to another thing or person.
I’ve never even once wanted to become an attendant. I guess it must be boring to see to people’s needs and wants all the time, even though it is not that different from what I do nowadays. I guess we all have to cater to people’s needs sometimes. All the time. I am an attendant
i attent school.
I looked about at the attendant as she walked past, serving erveryone on the plane. I wished i had her life, able to just pick up and go at virtually any time, not tied down to anything. It must be so carefree
The attendant slowly made her way through the rows of people searching for a familar face among the croud.
An attendant is a person who works for another person kind of like an assistant. An attendant is kind of like a person who is in charge if the person of higher athority is not there.
this is a person who attends somthying like a bisiness meeting.
attendant is just like attendace at school or work!? (i think)
Attendant… An attendant is a person who assist or help people that is in need of assistance… In an airplane there are attendants…
who is the attendant?TELL ME NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! An attendant is a person who takes the attendance at a school or work place.
an attendant is some one attending, or a flight attendant that goes around a plane serving you.
I think an Attendant is a person who atteneds to you. Example- The attendant grabbed me a soda from the cooler.
He is attendant to all my needs. He cares for me tenderly.
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Attendant to occasions, darling, I remembered the highlights of our years spent together. This anniversary marks 11. And even though we may ultimately bear the weight of them at our journey’s end, my morning laughter was but an echo of last night. And in turn it makes my heart flutter, leap for flight, take off like a beam of light. So even though I’m hardly servile, I’m utterly smitten to call myself your wife.
The attendant at the store smiled at me as if to say, “welcome, I am glad you are here.”. No words were exchanged yet I heard her loud and clearly. I thought to myself, ” if only we all smiled with such conviction and passion.”. It is amazing to me how powerful something so simple as a smile can be. A smile cost nothing but gives so much. A smile, a simple gesture that can be offered anytime, anywhere to anyone. I want to remember the greeting from this gal forever and make it one of my own goals. I want people to walk away from spending time with me even if I never say a word knowing that I was glad they came.
The attendant looked at me really strangely, had I said something wrong? I felt that two glasses of water with a hint of milk seemed reasonable. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she was just having a bad day and the last thing she needed was a strange person making weird request.
The flight attendant stopped at his row and pointed at his bag. “We have to put our bags completely under the seat.”
“It won’t fit.”
“Then put it in the overhead bins.”
He looked in his bag – what did he want to take out? – but the attendant told him, we don’t have all day. He sighed and complied. And just when the bins had been closed and the attendant was walking down the aisle again, his cell phone, still on, rung from its backpack.
Flight attendants aren’t what they used to be, and I’m sure everyone’s going to talk about that on here, so in an effort to be novel, I’m gonna pour one out for the little guy…
The gas station attendant, without whom I’d be lost. With no access to 5-hour energy drinks, without whom I’d lose the ability to garner gas and lotto tickets. . . I wouldn’t be able to test out a lil one-liner I’d just thought of on the ride to work if it weren’t for them, standing steadfast behind their counter like the St. Peter of petrol. So here’s to you, gas station attendant. . . You might smell like motor oil, but you sure get the world’s motor going.
(Anheuser Busch – St. Louis, Missouri)
he visits a show or a meeting or a course and there he is joining the others who came for the same reason and then they all listen or participate or do whatever this thing they participate in is all about from their point of view.
I was attending a meeting in LA on business when i heard the doorbell. I rushed to the door and saw a tall man in a full suit with a crisp form in his hand. He looked disappointed about something and was staring at the floor. That was when he told me about Jonathan.
The attendant handed me my bag of peanuts and I immediately got outraged. PEANUTS?! Who the FUCK eats peanuts? I threw them back at the attendant and ran to the back, trying to hide my true disappointment.
I wish there were attendants for everything. Having that opportunity can make everything so much better than how it is now. Oh well… however, one can dream of anything, right?
And sometimes, having a dream of it can make it happen in real life.
I attend to you. I wait on you hand and foot. I listen to you. I am your attendant. Always there, always seen and not heard. I wonder if you’ll ever know… I love you. I have since I first came into your service. But you are an heir to an estate, I am just a maid, just your attendant.
Last week at the pastors convention, Pastor Peter proclaimed that he wanted to go back to his old job…carwash attendant. We all talked him out of it and said get back to work…”the harvest is plentyful but the labors are few.” Get back at it.
Raks do you remember the day your cousin is admitted on the hospital.
i don’t know what i should say about the word “attendant”… maybe it’s because it sounds so passive to me. do you “attend”? yes, i’m “attending”. how soft. it lacks power, action, GROOVE. let’s do more than “attending”, you all!
Wedding party bouquet also airline flight attendant looking after the needs of another and happy about the task.
The attendant walked past the door, and Cecilia shrank backwards into her corner some more. She had to hold onto the hope that her brothers would come. Her golden eyes gleaming in the semi-darkness of the cage, she pulled from her pocket a tiny, faded picture. Her trembling pictures held it there, and Cecilia stared down at the handsome toddler smiling as he held his tiny newborn sister. Cecilia kissed the picture quietly. Her children were waiting for her.