Steve at home in kitchen rustling up some grub!
Books. TV appearances. Nightclub routines.
First up?
A reality show that would have Slater smack dab in the glare of the spotlight finding ways for unhappy American workers around the country to "quit" their jobs.
Novel idea, eh?
Some of the tabloid new anchors are up in the arms at the mere thought of it - though - in view of the intriguing developments that have unfolded in the past forty-eight hours or so.
For starters, authorities at the airport have been unable to locate the feisty gal the flighty flight attendant alleged bopped him on the head (which supposedly triggered the startling chain-reaction turn of events being discussed the world-over now).
Was it all a figment of his imagination, I wonder.
Too many drinkie-poohs, Steven?
With that in mind, one busty broad with a loud mouth at a Geraldo-style gab fest, was inclined to hazzard a guess that Slater had a credibility problem.
In a nutshell?
"You can't have a reality show, if the incident never took place."
What, no security video available, to sift through at an airport???
Body scans, yes. Those perverts!
"America would never accept a reality show, if it wasn't based on reality," another piped up in disgust.
You don't say!
Even still, there is an obvious built-in ratings twist.
The train - um - plane wreck mentality is bound to rustle up a truckload of ratings.
Today, in one quarter, an irate talk show host got mad when she caught sight of publicity stills of the former Jet Blue employee backstage mingling with Pop Diva Barry Mannilow.
'OMG!"
"He's just cashing in, isn't he?"
Just maybe, they were sharing tips on highlighting.
Jealous!
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