I schooched down the narrow airplane aisle with my bag to seat 18A. "I seem to be over there," I said. The young man in 18C got up. The older woman in 18B was having obvious trouble with the move. "That's alright, just scoot on over to the window seat," I said. "Thank you." As she slid over she managed to sit atop a portion of my seat belt. In my attempting to retrieve it. my hand moved dangerously close to her no fly zone. I hesitated. "I don't want to be accused of being fresh with you," I said. "That's okay," she said, "at my age that would be a pleasure." We burst out laughing.
Reminds me of this story: An 80+ year-old relative of ours lost consciousness at a family dinner. A team of handsome Phoenix EMT/firefighers arrived and began work to revive her, and prior to regaining full consciousness, she was quite combative. Once she became fully aware of her surroundings and spied her handsome rescuers, she said "Oh my! Had I know how good looking you were, I wouldn't have fought so hard." And neither would I...)
ReplyDeleteThat's a great geezer story, George!
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