Flight level two two zero. Two hundred seventy knots indicated airspeed. Leg time, wheels up to wheels down, two and a half hours.We’re flying acros... country that makes the Alabama countryside look like downtown Manhattan. Trees and trees and more trees. And somewhere about a half-hour from landing we cross the international border into the United States. It’s easy to see on the nav display.While we’re waiting for US Customs to clear us, I get on the phone and call the bunch in Alabama.Fuel.. The designated reporter asked, "What do you attribute this constant barrage of attacks on you, your acting ability and your movies?"Amanda smiled. "The attacks on my films and acting are like fishing in a barrel with a shotgun. I am a terrible actor who has made a bunch of terrible movies that do damned well at the box office. Why? Simple, they are aimed at young people who demand action heroes who are good guys. The good guys beat up on the bad guys and save the earth from capitalistic slime. I was breathless, “Emma! Are you OK? Emma!” Brian screamed on the other end.I grabbed my phone without saying anything or hanging up, and with my legs still shaking, went back to my bed. “Bye,” I said with a tired voice, hung up, and fell asleep.In the morning, I joined a work-related zoom video call. I saw Brian calling and hit reject with an “I’ll call you later” message.Brian sent a message, “Are you OK, Emma?”, “I am in a call,” I replied.A minute later, I felt a low vibration in my ass and. Well, I can't call it a registerreally, since the hippie chick just wrote down your purchase in a spiralnotebook and counted out change from the desk drawer. It was prettylame. There was some woman standing at the desk chatting with thehippie-dippy girl and I thought for sure it wouldn't take long since sheclearly wasn't buying anything. I tuned out and waited while whateverwas going on went on. But Chatty Cathy there wasn't going anywherefast. I was standing behind her but I could see her.