Flying pretty much sucks these days, right? Crowded seats, extra charges for luggage, late planes, layovers, no food. Which isn’t to say it's all bad. There was the time last year when I got upgraded to first class. And once I was on a flight with Picabo Street. But what happened yesterday takes the cake.
On our way back from Kenosha, WI, Lipstick and I met Erin. Erin is a flight attendant for an unnamed airline, who also happens to read our column in Curve magazine. She recognized us when we came on board. It’s great to have friends in high places.
Excuse the terrible pun, I’m writing this half drunk. See, when you meet a flight attendant who is a fan, she offers to bring you alcohol. And then more alcohol. And more alcohol. Never mind that it’s only 10:30 in the morning.
Because I’m tipsy, and writing this on our descent, I’m going to mention just how cute Erin was. Just my type. Tall and athletic with light green eyes. I started to have fantasies about the mile-high club, of which I am not yet a member. And with tightened airport security, it seems like I might never join that exclusive club. I began to wonder if Erin might have special privileges that could get us both inducted.
Well, I won’t tell you how all THAT turned out, just that both Lipstick & I agreed, flight 605 was the best ever!
