Ah, good to see you on board for the second installment of this business trip...
Wow, I though to myself.
Its not even 6a, I have already set up a kind of a date for next Friday with Robert the limo driver, gotten a blow job from the security officer at the airport, and I haven't even gotten on the plane yet.
As I walked toward my gate, I realized I was hungry, so I stopped for a coffee and a bagel with cream cheese ( $ 6.25 here at the airport, $ 2.75 anywhere else).
I paid the young lady, and walked to gate 26A, the only one that seemed to have passengers. I put my briefcase and coat on the seat next to me, and sat down to enjoy my breakfast. The clock on the gate read 5:17. Flight was scheduled to leave at 6, so we probably had about 13 minutes before we started boarding. I sat there, checking out who the other passengers were, and who I would start hoping would sit next to me (like my morning hadn't been good already).
Nothing to look at. It looked like I had taken a flight where I would be the only person over 50. Oh well, it will be a quiet flight.
A few minutes later, we started boarding. I always preferred the back of the plane. Allegedly, your chances of survival are higher back there. Plus, you are near the bathroom if you really need to go. So, I had the next to last row. As I made my way back there, I noticed the plane was quite empty. In fact, I doubt there were more than 50 or 60 people on this giant that could probably accommodate over 150 easily. I looked at my watch. 5:56.
Great, I will be all alone, which means I can take a nice, long nap with no one bugging me.
As I found my seat, I looked up the aisle. Everyone was already seated, and there seemed to be no one else coming. Just as I thought we were ready to leave, 2 more people came in running. A woman with a shoulder bag that seemed to him everybody as she walked up the aisle. Hearing her saying: " Sorry, sorry, sorry" was about to make me bust out laughing. Halfway up, she found her seat, and settled down, Behind her, I saw what I had been looking for before, but had not seen.
A medium sized man, maybe 5 ' 8", 175, probably early to mid 50s, short salt and pepper hair, clean shaven, in a dark suit was making his way up the aisle.
" Please, keep coming back" i was thinking to myself.
He came all the way back, stopped, looked at me, and smiled.
- " Hey bud, you are the only one back here?
I nodded.
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" Great. I will park myself on this side over here" he said, pointing to the opposite side of the aisle.
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" My name is David" he said, as he stretched his hand.
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" Hey Dave (May I call you Dave). name is Al" I answer.
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" Nice to meet you Al. Can't way to get to L.A. I thought I was going to miss my flight.
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" Ugh, that would be a pain. I can't believe you hit traffic at this hour".
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" Well, i didn't exactly hit traffic. I was kind of, er....detained, shall we say".
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" Ha, Ha! You got pulled over for speeding?"
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" Not exactly" he looked around up and down the aisle, to make sure no one was around.
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" I got stopped at the security gate. I forgot to take of my belt, so the machine went off. Now, they wanted me to get patted down. So I got taken into a room..."
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" Officer Harris?" I interrupted
Dave froze, as he turned beet red.
- " You mean..."
I smiled.
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" Yep. Guilty".
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" Wow. I mean, my wife is good, but this guy was amazing ! " he said loudly, then shrugged his shoulders as he realized what he had done.
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" Ah, he was OK. But I have had better. In fact, I think I can probably do better" I said.
Suddenly, David had a smile from ear to ear.
- " Well, the flight is 6 hours, you might have to probe yourself" he said while looking me straight in the eye.
" Attention passengers, please make sure your seat belts are fastened, and prepare for take off." came the announcement.
Please, fasten your seat belt and join David and I on our flight.
Al