routine commuter flight changed into something more when
an attractive, college-aged young woman exited through
the plane door. Her attire included a black cowboy hat
with a feather, cowboy boots and an extremely short
skirt. (The ”extremely short” assessment may be my age
writing.) The baggage handlers working the flight cut
their eyes in her direction as she started down the
steps. One of them dropped a duffle bag.
Suddenly the wind pulled the black hat off the beauty’s
head and sent it to the tarmac at the bottom of the
steps. Before she could get to it, a stronger gust
picked it up and sent it tumbling away.
on solid ground, the passenger took off in the direction
of her hat, but airline personnel quickly stopped her
and escorted her back to safety, hatless.
later, a muscular, good-looking “hunk” of a guy in the
ground crew, came walking up, grinning, hat in hand. She
was so grateful that she flung her arms around his neck
and then kissed him on the cheek, bringing hoots and
whistles from his buddies and smiles from other
Not to be outdone, the rescuer
suddenly dipped her backwards and laid a big kiss right
on her mouth. It reminded me of the famous Times Square
photo of the sailor and nurse when World War II ended.
Apparently, the nurse hadn’t minded and neither did this
passenger. Louder hoots and hollers arose from all.
A woman my age, standing next
to me, whispered, “I’ll think I’ll drop my purse and see
if I can get him over here.”