Not That Aisle, Bitch

Oh, you thought I meant a white dress and matching monogrammed towels? Bitch, no. I’m talking window seat, noise-canceling headphones, and pretending I don’t speak English when someone tries to chat mid-flight. The only aisle I’m walking down has a beverage cart and the faint scent of regret. Buckle up, sweetheart—this is my kind of commitment.

For anyone who’s sick of bridal bullshit and just wants to sip a lukewarm vodka soda at 30,000 feet—this one’s for you. Screw the wedding aisle, I’m trying to make it to Seat 21C without catching an elbow to the face or stepping in a Goldfish cracker graveyard. TSA cleared, emotionally unavailable, and ready for in-flight snacks.

Note: Images shown are representative; actual product details may vary slightly. All coasters are handmade 4“ x 4