Former Jet-Blue flight attendant Steven Slater became an air-travel sensation when he had a personal and career meltdown on a flight last year. Slater screamed profanities at his passengers, grabbed a couple after-work beers, deployed the plane’s emergency chutes, and slid down into Flight Attendant Infamy. Though he ultimately lost his job, most average (read: secretly irate) Americans empathized with the flyboy who just couldn’t take it anymore.
Since his climactic blow-up at JFK Slater has been living off savings and taking care of personal affairs. His ex-wife claims that Slater secretly wants be a fashion designer or reality t.v. host while Slater’s current boyfriend says Steven’s “place is in the skies,” perhaps referring to Slater’s “star” potential? Slater, also occasionally works as a “travel expert” and now sympathizes with stressed-out passengers “Most of the temper tantrums I see revolve around baggage.”
Of course, he had to create his own awful rap song:
Slater recognized that there is not only value in being flavor of the month and that his story still resonates with stressed-out folks trying to deal with the pushy and the rude. As such, he will soon be turning his 15 minutes of fame into a memoir aptly named “The Diary of a Mad Flight Attendant.” One has to wonder what, other than his climactic blow-up at JFK could possibly be interesting to readers.