March 9th, 1990

March 9th, 1990

Night flight from JFK – LHR

Presently on very short crew rest with Earl Grey to keep me company and several choccie biscuits I managed to pinch from First Class.

Spent the day with Carolyn from my crew, sharing the stories of our life as we walked all over Manhattan, until we decided we were ravenous and stopped for lunch at an Italian place in the garment district.

“Do you still miss Ben?” Carolyn asked.

“Sometimes,” I said, with a sigh.

“I miss Janas all the time but I hope this feeling changes soon. It’s too consuming.”

“I used to be like that when it came to Ben.”

“How did you change it?” she asked.

“I’m not really sure. Don’t get me wrong, I still love seeing him, but I know now that we’ll never end up together.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty much.”

Carolyn looked away and for a second I thought she might cry.

“Are you ok?”

“Sorry, I just really miss him.”

Not knowing what else to say, I said, “It’ll get easier as time goes by.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” I said, doubting my own words.

The waitress appeared with a basket of bread and placed it on the table.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever love that deeply ever again,” Carolyn sniffled. “I worry I might end up an old spinster.”

“You guys know what ya want?”

“I think we do. Yes?” I asked, looking at Carolyn.

“I’m ready,” she said, nodding her head.

The waitress put her hands on her hips and looked first at Carolyn, then at me. “Before I take your ord ah, can I just say some thin?”

‘Uh, yes, of course,” I said, shooting Carolyn a questioning look.

The waitress held up her hands in a gesture of surrender. “You guys cannot be serious!”

“About what?” I asked.

“About the douchebag guys you been talk in ‘bout.”

Carolyn and I laughed.

“I’m serious!” The waitress continued. “Listen to you guys! And look at you guys! Why are you using the word spinster? It’s cray zee!”

Her outburst was so unpredictable that I started laughing. “You’re right,” I chuckled. “You’re absolutely right. What’s wrong with us?”

“We’re so hungry we can no longer think straight,” Carolyn said.

The waitress shook her head. “Then ya bet a hurry up and ord ah.”

 

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