I was clued into this one by Matt over at This Nurse. Hard to believe... or not.
"American Airlines Flight 45—departing Charles de Gaulle at 10:40 A.M., arriving J.F.K. at one each afternoon—is a tourist’s delight: timed just right to avoid late checkout, leaving time for one last Kir Royale at Les Deux Magots. On August 22nd, the coach cabin was packed with vacationing New Yorkers. Ralph Jackson (21A) and David Leisner (21B) were returning from two weeks in France, while Huffa Frobes-Cross (21F) had stopped over in Paris on his way back from South Africa. Assigned to seats 20A and 20B were George Tsikhiseli, a television journalist, and his writer boyfriend, Stephan Varnier. “We’ve been together only four months,” Tsikhiseli said last week. “So it felt like a honeymoon.”
Twelve days earlier, British police had foiled a terrorist plot to blow up airliners. Heightened security had delayed the flight by about two hours, and passengers, by the time they boarded, were ready to relax. “I had a José Saramago book I was looking forward to reading,” Leisner said. “And then I was going to take some melatonin and have a little nap.”
Shortly after takeoff, Varnier nodded off, leaning his head on Tsikhiseli. A stewardess came over to their row. “The purser wants you to stop that,” she said.
“I opened my eyes and was, like, ‘Stop what?’ ” Varnier recalled the other day.
“The touching and the kissing,” the stewardess said, before walking away.
To read the rest go here!
You have GOT to be kidding me! But, apparently not.
10 months ago
4 comments:
ARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH
words fail me
Alan and I fly American all the time. In fact, we have a trip scheduled next month. I'd like to send a letter. Yes, that gets them every time: a strongly-worded letter. Tremble before me!
Early in our relationship, we were on a United flight. One of us was resting his head on the other's shoulder. Towards the end of the flight (we were in coach), a couple of flight attendants approached us. They smiled and handed us something wrapped in a towel: it was a bottle of champagne. They said, "we just wanted you to have this."
It's nice to share a positive memory ...
Very cool. Thanks for posting that!
I have heard of GWB-driving while back, now we have FWG-flying while gay.
The high haired flight attendant needs some brains cells under all that aqua net.
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