Post by dirtydog1006 on Nov 17, 2010 15:44:59 GMT -5
Way back before terrorism and the general plunge to Hell made air travel such a pain, I was riding from BOS to LAX, with a stop at Minniapolis/Saint Paul. I was in coat and tie, like nearly everyone in those days, back in coach on a new 757. I had, and have, lust in my heart for that airplane. At the stop, suddenly I was the only one aboard. The entire crew was changing out, and I guess the other pax going with me to LA wanted to explore the mysteries of the terminal. I was ambulating around, and found myself at the open cockpit door. Cleansing myself of impure thoughts, and makeing the sign of Bernouli, I plopped down in the jump seat and just communed with the machine. Then footsteps, and new captain was there, reeking of indifference, hanging his coat on the back of the door. Fealing someting of an intruder, I said, "Hi. Hope it's ok, I was just having a look." Maintaining his ultra cool, he sized me up, noticing my thick glasses but also my coat, tie, and shoes that way outshined his. (I don't clean up all that well, but the light was dim.) "Are you someone I should know about?" says he. "I don't think so," says I, a bit miffed at the elaborate but clearly feigned indifference: clearly, his mental wheels were spinning. And, I was jealous, despite my upbringing. (The way I feel about Barbara Eden's husband.) So when he says, "Are you with the FAA?", why, I just turned up my laser-like, if myopic, baby blues and, blending my all-guys-together smile with just a hint of preditor, I says "You never know," and slips back into the cabin.
What effect this had I cannot know. I thought the safety talk and demo prior to pushback were a little more detailed than usual, but perhas not. What I know for sure is the stews kept my cup overflowing and my tray-table filled with extra goodies all the way to LAX.
What effect this had I cannot know. I thought the safety talk and demo prior to pushback were a little more detailed than usual, but perhas not. What I know for sure is the stews kept my cup overflowing and my tray-table filled with extra goodies all the way to LAX.
