They had finished the safety demonstration at least a half an hour ago and the passengers were getting antsy. But the tower was still not allowing anyone to take off. A snow storm seemed to be brewing outside, and this was quite odd for the month of May in Vancouver
Marie looked over at Ann and rolled her eyes from where she was standing by her door. The two flight attendants were standing in position by their Lockhead-1011 doors because they were armed and ready for take-off.
If anyone opened a door by mistake, the slide would blow and that would mean a 6 hour delay -minimum - and $60,000 for the company.
But take-off did not seem to be happening.
An older man got up from his seat and approached Marie.
“Excuse me, but why are we late! I have to be in Toronto for my meeting or else heads are going to roll! I paid good money for this ticket!” growled the man, who had to crane his neck to talk to the tall woman.
“Sir, the seat belt sign is still on, so I’m going to have to ask you to sit down. I am sure that we will be taking off very shortly,” said Marie, trying to smile at the man.
The man paused and seemed to be thinking of kicking up a fuss, so Marie quickly picked up her interphone and turned away from him.
Having lost his audience, he started to curse under his breath, but he did make his way back to his seat.
Because she had the phone in her hand, she buzzed the aft cabin of the plane and waited for the purser to pick up the phone.
Piiing Poooong could be heard through the plane, and little pink lights appeared on the ceiling of the plane in cabin D.
“Hey Chiquita what news?,” said Martin.
“What’s with this delay? I have a particularly nasty old bugger up here who keeps shooting me dirty looks. The natives are getting restless up in cabin B,” asked Marie.
“Don’t know doll, I hope we get this pig off the ground soon though. The sooner I’m out of Vancouver the better. Can you believe the snow coming down out there?” said the purser into the little phone on the back of his jumpseat.
“Snow? Snow in Vancouver in May? And I thought I had seen the most bizarre weather.” Marie bent over and had a look out one of the little windows. It was hard to see anything out there, it was so dark at 6:00 am in the morning. But then she noticed the light haze of flakes on the wings of the plane.
“Oh my god! Do they know what to do with snow in Vancouver? I have a bad feeling about this. Oh well… I guess I had better do another cabin check or something. Wait! Martin! Anything cute in your cabin? Things are pretty sad up here.”
“Mmm, hmm sister, you should see the piece of cake at 27D. Absolutely edible,” purred Martin.
“Get out! I’m jealous. What team does he play for?” said Marie, the first vestiges of excitement reaching her voice.
“Honey, I’m not sure, but I know that I’m going to try and go to bat. Let’s see who get him first. We all know that I am far prettier than you are. This is Martin the love bunny signing off.”
Marie put down her interphone and caught Ann’s eye. The curvy brunette took the eight steps over to Marie’s side.
“And what sort of important business were you conducting?” she said with a bored flip of the few strands that were sticking out of her bun.
Just then the old man who had been complaining earlier screamed out, "I will sue you all for my lost time!!!” but both flight attendants tried to ignore him and continued on with their conversation.
“I hear we have a live one at 27D,” whispered Marie with a suggestive raise of one eyebrow.
“Oh ya?” said Ann. “Guess I better do a biiig cabin check all the way back to the bathrooms. Watch my door will ya? Do we need anymore blankets or anything?”
“Nope. But be careful, and don’t start the water thing or anything, or else we’ll be pouring 362 glasses. Keep your eyes in the air. Don’t make contact.”
“Sure thing coach. I’ll let you know what I think about 27D,” said Ann as she picked up a silver tray and started wiggling her ample hips through the tight aisles.
Marie watched her co-worker make her way to the back of the plane, and shook her head at all the men craning to get a better look at her passing backside. Ann always did wear her uniform too tight. The navy dress looked fabulous on her, and she always seemed to have the shortest uniform on board.
Marie looked down at her own outfit. She was wearing the pants. Why ask for discomfort? The bloody high heels were torture enough for anybody. The see-through white blouse gave the horny old businessmen enough to gawk at anyway.
