Post by Wylde Hunt on Jun 22, 2017 15:08:24 GMT -6
Inside an airplane
Coach class
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The guy next to Honey looked like a business executive. Like a business executive in a dentist’s chair to be precise – clammy pale skin, dilated pupils, cold sweat, shaking hands.
Honey already had the feeling she should have taken another flight but she didn´t know the climate in Bulgaria and didn´t want to take any chances. Besides the early booking hat saved some cash.
Man: “Are you afraid of flying too?”
Honey: D”on´t know. It´s my first flight but it can´t get any worse than buying the ticket and getting aboard.”
Man: “Oh yes it can. You know it is awful. These turbulences when the plane suddenly drops two-hundred feet like a giant elevator. And the thunderstorms….”
Honey: “Why you are flying if you are so afraid?”
Man: “Have to. I´m into sales you know? International business in Eastern Europe. Every other month I have to go there. Hate those trips.”
Honey: “I see. You can´t get another job? Sales in the U.S.?”
Man: “Then I´ll be at intercontinental flights every other day. It´s even worse.”
Honey: “I´m very sorry sir.”
A clammy cold hand touched hers. Honey resisted the instinct to lash out. He wasn´t getting funny ideas. He was just a scared chicken.
Man: “You don´t have any sleeping pills with you? I forgot to put mine back into the hand luggage. Now they are locked away until landing.”
Honey: “No, I´m really sorry sir. I don´t have medication with me.”
Man: “If I can´t sleep through this I´m gonna go crazy. Miss, would you mind if I hold your hand during the flight?”
The flight was supposed to last over thirty hours.
Honey: “You would be okay if you could sleep?”
Man: “Yes sure.”
Honey: “Okay.”
Honey looked around. The other passengers were busy finishing their final calls until phones were off. The flight attendants were hyper-busy anyway. Nobody was looking.
WHACK!
Her elbow moved so fast the salesman never saw it coming. Hit right between the eyebrows he was in Slumberland immediately. Honey fastened his seatbelt for him.
Honey: “Again really sorry sir. On an intercontinental flight I might have held your hand.”
Coach class
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The guy next to Honey looked like a business executive. Like a business executive in a dentist’s chair to be precise – clammy pale skin, dilated pupils, cold sweat, shaking hands.
Honey already had the feeling she should have taken another flight but she didn´t know the climate in Bulgaria and didn´t want to take any chances. Besides the early booking hat saved some cash.
Man: “Are you afraid of flying too?”
Honey: D”on´t know. It´s my first flight but it can´t get any worse than buying the ticket and getting aboard.”
Man: “Oh yes it can. You know it is awful. These turbulences when the plane suddenly drops two-hundred feet like a giant elevator. And the thunderstorms….”
Honey: “Why you are flying if you are so afraid?”
Man: “Have to. I´m into sales you know? International business in Eastern Europe. Every other month I have to go there. Hate those trips.”
Honey: “I see. You can´t get another job? Sales in the U.S.?”
Man: “Then I´ll be at intercontinental flights every other day. It´s even worse.”
Honey: “I´m very sorry sir.”
A clammy cold hand touched hers. Honey resisted the instinct to lash out. He wasn´t getting funny ideas. He was just a scared chicken.
Man: “You don´t have any sleeping pills with you? I forgot to put mine back into the hand luggage. Now they are locked away until landing.”
Honey: “No, I´m really sorry sir. I don´t have medication with me.”
Man: “If I can´t sleep through this I´m gonna go crazy. Miss, would you mind if I hold your hand during the flight?”
The flight was supposed to last over thirty hours.
Honey: “You would be okay if you could sleep?”
Man: “Yes sure.”
Honey: “Okay.”
Honey looked around. The other passengers were busy finishing their final calls until phones were off. The flight attendants were hyper-busy anyway. Nobody was looking.
WHACK!
Her elbow moved so fast the salesman never saw it coming. Hit right between the eyebrows he was in Slumberland immediately. Honey fastened his seatbelt for him.
Honey: “Again really sorry sir. On an intercontinental flight I might have held your hand.”
