(Continued from Bob's thread)
Looking out over an ocean of beautiful white clouds (a Dutch product, of course) I started daydreaming about staying up here forever and wouldn't we all be happy and free as a flock of birds with coffee 'n doughnut breakfasts every day and pizza flown in by helicopter (or pastacopter).
Then the head stewardess asked me if I wanted to see the cockpit and sit on the Captain's knee for a few minutes.
I said: "Are you kidding? I'm 46."
She said: "What about it? The Captain is 91."
It was very nice being able to buy a little bottle of water for just 17 1/2 pounds & 50 shillings. A bargain, I thought, because where else can you get a nice bottle like that at 10,000 feet? (That's the height, kids. On the plane itself I reckon there were only about 200 feet).
But then I discovered it's actually quite expensive, as we had approx. 23.6 seconds to drink before putting our seatbelts back on and handing in all loose objects because we were approaching the UK.
I got to wondering when we would be going down again, because the plane's nose was still pointed slightly upwards and had the Captain read the Flight Instruction Booklet (FIB)? Sure, I could see cars and houses gradually getting larger, but I thought we were just flying over an area where lots of doctors and lawyers live.
Then the airport got into view and I finally figured out they just hold back on the gas and then glide in like a leaf on a gentle br...Brrrrrrum! and the plane suddenly was a big bus again, roaring over the tarmac at top speed with not a cop in sight...
I just followed the other people past hallways, conveyor belts and loading passengers trying to take me the other way, also because the left leg of my pants got stuck in someone's suitcase and I had no other choice but to hop along. Then Kaz and Rose came into view and all was right with the world again.
Quite an adventure, yes? and not a single word was invented. Honestly.
THANKS A BUNCH FOR THIS TRIBUTE, KIKI AND BOB!!!!!
