Yes, give us your spare water! Give us a native guide! Give us the right to sit in the middle of the plane for an extra ten minutes too, because while it provides no advantage whatsoever, we don't get to do it and that's just not fair! Give us absolutely everything -- but don't expect to ever get any of it back. Because we just don't do that sort of thing. We're in this thing for ourselves and to set a good example for our daughters, who will be ripping off helpless victims by the time they're fourteen and learn to set up good alibis for it no more than two years later. Because it's not about what you give in this world, it's about what you receive. And we want it all. Now. Tax-free, because we're single moms and if you tax us, we'll whine about it using the words 'single moms' a lot until you give us double our money back. At which point, we will donate one cent of it to our favorite charity: ourselves. Oh, is that you dying on the side of the road? Did we just run over you with our Jeep? Twice? And now you want -- help? Silly! 'Help' is for us! Besides, now that you have no legs, you'll get to board the plane even earlier! That's unfair! Why can't we board the plane before you? We're single moms! We hate you so much!

(I think Karma needs to start flying business class. Obviously it's scrambling to catch up.)