-Damn this flight, damn this plane, damn those pilots, damn all of you!
Ms. Stiff was not disappointed. She was enraged - everything in her life is arranged...well...Was arranged. And was under control!
She hated people, who took their lives frivolously, who thought that it was merely a game. Well, good sir, not for Ms. Stiff, no no no.
Her parents were afraid of her severe disposition, her classmates did not challenge her authority while she crawled toward leading positions during her education. And finally, her CEO position: some would say that she sacrificed her personal happiness, family, or simple joys of life but Ms.Stiff would say that she has her priority straight.
The path through the jungle was tiresome and long, and difficult - high heels were an absolute disaster in the jungle but Ms.Stiff would sacrifice her legs rather than drop her expensive Louboutin. Ms.Stiff stopped to catch her breath, and her glance glanced at something utterly distasteful. She picked it with her index finger and thumb - it was some sort of bra, at least it reminded one. It was looking like one of these cheap Hawain costumes wich the native girls wore.
-Oh, what an ugly thing! -Ms. Stiff was really disgusted by this thing. Its aesthetics even clouded her thoughts about people, who could leave it behind. However, while she has been holding it, goosebumps rushed through her spine.