Vegas allnighters and little green men

The Vegas all-nighter is one of those trips that flight attendants covet and hate at the same time. It's fabulous in that it signs in at 6pm and is worth 11 hours(most turns are only worth 6) but it's hell because you work a 5 1/2 hour flight to Vegas and then turn around and work right back, no break, no sleep. But you're back in NYC at 7am with the entire day to re-coop. This is good for most, but not me. I don't function on no sleep, in fact I'm kind of a grump if I'm not in bed by 10pm. So, this morning at 7 am when we landed at JFK I was not looking forward to my 2 hour commute back to my hole. That is until I sat down on the E train with all of the little green men. Now, at first I thought my lack-of-sleep haze was causing me to hallucinate but then I realized that the fifty other people on the train couldn't possibly be laughing at my insane vision which involved 5 midgets dressed and painted head-to-toe in green singing Irish diddies. Apparently, hopefully, they were on their way to the St. Paddy's Day parade, and me without my camera...