In my single days, I loved flying cross-country. Long flights allowed me to read entire novels in one sitting. My airplane-reading days ended once I started flying with Sophia.
1) She is afraid of flying. She actually grabs my hand as we take off and asks me to pray with her. I usually play along until she gets pissed at me for ‘rolling my eyes.’
2) She cannot sit still for five minutes. She hates being trapped in an airplane, especially when the person in front of her leans his seat back, giving her exactly three inches to move about. It’s not long before she’s cranky and telling me stories about how she USED to travel in FIRST CLASS with some old boyfriend.
Why does American Airlines book the worst possible movies? The minute I take out a book to read, I hear Sophia:
“How about we play some cards?” or “How about we do the crossword?” or “How about we take out the American Airlines magazine and circle how many states we’ve visited?”
During our recent flight from NY to LA, Sophia overheard two female flight attendants having a brief exchange as they passed by our seats, preparing to sell us our lunch.
“Are you going to play in the game tonight?” said one.
“You bet!” replied the other.
Sophia turned to me, somewhat excited.
“Did you hear that?”
“They’re playing some game when they get into LA. Maybe it’s Texas Hold-em?”
(Note: If you’re new here, Sophia’s latest obsession is watching Texas Hold-em tournaments on TV)
“Maybe I can get into these games.” she said.
“You’ve got to be kidding?!”
She wasn’t. She rang for one of the flight attendants. Mindy, a brunette flight attendant from Orange County, came over.
“Can I help you?” asked Mindy.
“Excuse me, ” said Sophia. “This may sound like a weird question. But I overheard that you girls play in some game in LA? Would it be Texas Hold-em?”
“The game?! Oh no!” she laughed. “It’s defintiely not poker. It’s a game we play here right on the flight.”
“Really?” Sophia asked, her eyes light up. “What is it?”
Mindy kneeled down next to her.
“I really shouldn’t be telling you this…” said Mindy, glancing over at me, suspiciously.
Sophia told me to look the other way and cover my ears. I cheated and listened in as Mindy “spilled the beans.”
“The game is something we girls play on long flights. We imagine that we are stranded on an deserted island and have to pick just one passenger from the plane to procreate with.”
“Wow,” announced Sophia. “What a great game!”
After the seat belt sign went off, Sophia jumped up, released from the prison of her seat, and strolled up and down the aisles. Eventually, she returned, all smiles.
“So, is it me?” I asked cockily.
Sophia didn’t answer. Mindy stopped by.
“17C” said Sophia.
“Exactly.” agreed Mindy.
I looked at my seat number. It read 25D.
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