March 16th, 1990

March 16th, 1990

At home

Seriously regretting my decision to sleep all day after last night’s horrendous flight with grumpy, demanding passengers and eleven babies in the Economy cabin, all vying to outdo each other in the crying category!

Woke up at four this afternoon feeling groggy and a bit disoriented after too much sleep. Mum and dad were going out and the thought of sitting home alone, listening to the rain battering against the windows was too much so I quickly got dressed and timed it so I showed up just as Ben was finishing work.

“Hey you,” he said, looking up from behind the counter.
“Hey yourself.”

“If you’re here to buy music, miss, you better hurry up. We close in five minutes.”

“I’m not here for the music,” I said, returning his grin.

We tried to get a table at several places but the wait times were getting longer so we gave up.

“Why do you think everywhere is busy?”

“It’s Friday night.”

“It is?”

He laughed. “What day did you think it was?”

“I had no idea.”

“Is this what I have to look forward to as crew?”

“This and so much more,” I laughed. “Wait, if it’s Friday, isn’t Mandy coming down for the weekend?”

“Nah, she’s not talking to me.”


“Again,” he smirked.

“What’d you do this time?”
“She’s still upset about the whole flying thing, she’s dead set against me being crew.”

“Maybe she’s concerned you won’t know what day it is,” I said, trying not to laugh.

“You’re funny,” he said, playfully swiping my arm. “Wanna get a pizza and go to mine?”

Susan and Stan were out so it was just the two of us. We watched “Throw Momma from the Train,” while we munched on pizza and commented afterwards on how much we loved the film. But before we did that we did a few other things that I know we probably shouldn’t have but if it’s wrong then why am I still smiling?


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