surviving the lions den

so T aviation sent me into the lions den...Mr. Crayola went away with his favorite flight attendant Suzie. THEN! change of plans they sent me to bring him back. yikes. I greet him on the tarmac and he turns looks down at me and shrieks "where's suzie?!" Me: "I'm sorry sir, they sent me." Mr. Crayola "Oh no. This is not good, we have a lot of food, I'll go over all of it with you." So I do the best I can. The whole time I was thinking to myself whatever I always do the best I can and its his problem that he thinks I'm too young for the job. When he got on the plane though everyone wanted drinks and there was so much adrenaline pumping through me I couldn't help but shake- visibly shake, to the point that I could only take one drink out at a time and pray that I didn't spill it. I realized I was in full fight or flight mode. I had to focus on slowing my breathing and chanting "every things going to be fine" the entire time I sat in the jumpseat waiting to reach 10,000 ft. I survived the flights (thanks to the alcoholic content of wine) We landed and just as Mr. Crayola went to leave the plane he turned around to me and said "you did a good job." Then he turned and walked away. First of all I nearly fainted from shock then I blushed and said thank you sir. I picked up some bags and followed his wife down the stairs. She had her hands full as well and was leaning on the railing... except the railing ends before you get to the bottom. I think she was probably 3 steps up as I watched her totter and then swing around the steps in slow motion. Thank god she was drunk and landed on her feet. Good Grief.