“Shaken, not stirred!” he told the pretty flight attendant in his best James Bond voice, then added, “I don’t know what Moby Dick here will drink…”
The pretty attendant pressed her lips together tightly and threw him a disapproving glance. then she addressed the woman next to her. “Ma’am, would you like anything to drink?”
The woman nodded and wiped at her eyes. “Yes please, a diet Coke.”
James scoffed. “Don’t you think it’s a bit late in the game for a diet Coke?” Both the flight attendant and the woman ignored him, but James felt a little glow when he realized he’d upset them both.
He lay back and nibbled on an olive and sipped on his Martini while the woman next to him sipped her diet Coke. He realized with a shudder that she’d have to go to the bathroom sooner or later and would be squeezing past him…
Not long after he’d had his last sip, the flight attendant came along with dinner. She set a pretty tray in front of him, and another in front of his fellow passenger.
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“Are you sure that will be enough?” James asked the flight attendant, “Because I think it would take a village to feed this lady!”
The flight attendant ignored him and went on to serve the other passengers in first class. “That was rude of her, wasn’t it?” James asked the woman sitting next to him, “I think I’ll complain about her.”
But his fellow passenger ignored him too, and so James dug into the truly excellent dinner. He was sipping the last of his wine when the flight attendant came back, and this time, she was all smiles.
“Excuse me,” she said, “The captain is a huge fan, and he’d love to invite you up to the cockpit?”
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