It had been a busy week across the ocean from home. Now I was headed back and I was about to find either the ultimate in customer service or just how desperate the airlines are for business.
I was catching an evening morning flight across the Atlantic. It would be 12 hours before I would finally reach home. I felt lucky that the flight was nearly empty. It would give me a chance to stretch out a bit.
"May I move to the back," I asked the attendant.
"You'll be back there all alone," she winked.
"Ah, all the better," I responded. "May I have a couple of pillows?"
I went to the very back of the plane and took a row all to myself. In fact, I had the entire back of the plane to myself. I stretched out on the seat and dozed off just after the wheels left the ground.
Somewhere over the Atlantic, I woke. The flight attendant was walking down the isle and smiled as she passed me by. She was tall and slender; her neck was framed between her collar and short red hair.
Oh her way back up the aisle way, she stopped and bent toward me. He top two buttons were undone, and I could see down her shirt, inside her bra. I don't think I looked in her eyes when she asked me what I would like to drink.