Wednesday, August 02, 2006
New Beginning 35
I had two choices. I could close my eyes and pretend the bucket of bolts wasn’t the size of Mississippi’s mosquitoes. Or I could keep my peepers open and fixed on the horizon to better visualize my safe arrival on terra firma. Truth to tell I was already using all the mental energy at my disposal to will the damn toy plane forward. And it was working. We were still arrowing through the ether. So I kept my eyes glued on the misty blue distance between the pilot and the passenger in the bucket seat. I didn’t blink.
Its size was the reason I was right behind the pilot, that and the fact that I’m 5’ 10” and shop in the plus-sized departments of online stores. Can’t have the fatties in the back, weighing down the tail. Might never get lift off!
My fault, though.
Her words were interrupted by shouts from the cockpit. "Get that cow in Seat 1 to move to the other side of the aisle."
"Yes sir, Captain," replied the navigator. "Why? Are we going in circles?"
"No. She's talking on her cell phone and I've heard one cliché too many."
Continuation: Dave Conifer