December 17th, 1990
Night flight from PHL – EWR – LHR
A few hours after our first kiss, Richard rang and asked if I was, “Interested in eating.”
“Definitely, I’m starving. I’ll meet you in the lobby in half an hour.”
On our way through the lobby, we bumped into the Captain, who gave me the up down several times. I noticed he did the same to every female in sight last night, which didn’t bode well with me. After licking his lips (whilst still staring at me) he asked Richard if he had had, “an eventful evening.” I watched Richard’s cheeks flush and hated the way the Captain looked at him, waiting for an answer.
I linked my arm through Richard’s and flashing my best fake smile, chirped, “I have to confess, last night was the most memorable night I’ve ever had.” I watched as creepy Captain inched closer and when I knew I had his full attention, I purred, “Seniority in the cockpit is clearly, very overrated.”
I knew if I dared look at Richard, we’d both lose it so I kept my eyes and my fake smile fixed on slimy Samuel, who, clearing his throat sputtered, “Yes, indeed, yes, but of course,” as he shuffled away.
Once outside, Richard and I cracked up laughing.
“Well done you!”
“Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. I didn’t like what he was insinuating so I thought he deserved to hear something that’d shut him up.”
“I didn’t appreciate his tone either but I have to work with him.”
“Ugh, I feel sorry for you. What’s he like to fly with?”
“He’s living up to his reputation as the biggest dickhead on the fleet.”
In a dodgy looking place with amazing pizza, Richard said, “The only thing missing is a cold beer.”
“I thought the rule was no drinking within eight feet of the aircraft,” I said, trying miserably to maintain a serious tone, to which Richard laughed heartily, even although I’m sure he’s heard the joke a million times before (the rule is no drinking within eight hours of a flight.)
Only three and a half hours to go before we land at Heathrow, where, according to Richard on his most recent visit to the galley, the weather is absolutely dreadful.