Mile High Games

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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?”

“What?”

“They’re playing some game when they get into LA.  Maybe it’s Texas Hold-em?”

“So what?”

(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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57 Responses to Mile High Games

  1. Roberta says:

    Thank you That Girl; I thought I was alone.
    Seriously, I feel so naive about how so many women relate to the world. Maybe it’s because I’m single, maybe it’s because I’m me, but I am scoping every single room all the time. I would not have needed to walk the cabin, were I invited to play. I could have named 17C and three backups.
    And it’s not perpetual horniness. I am just plain boy-crazy.
    It’s only gotten worse since acquiring the part-time boyfriend.

  2. bella says:

    tough love, man.

  3. brando says:

    procreating on a desert island? childbirth with no anaesthetic but a smash to the back of the head with a coconut? laugh’s on them, my friend.

  4. ChickyBabe says:

    Well… she knows you talk to your penis, a lot… :P

  5. Fitena says:

    lol! Procreating and in the desert? Who’d think of procreation in a desert? :-)
    Did you see the 17C?

    Fitèna

  6. V-Grrrl says:

    Having given birth twice, I would not be interested in procreating. Been there, done that. Here’s how I’d play this game–I’d be looking for the dude most likely to be able to cook over a campfire and construct a shelter. Give me an Eagle Scout baby! Give me a Marine! Give me a guy with a VASECTOMY! ; )

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