I have never kept a diary simply because I am too lazy to.

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I have never kept a diary simply because I am too lazy to. I have been known to start, but never for more than two weeks.  If I ever keep a diary, it will read something like this:

ALL THAT GLITTERS

You know how they say men are attracted by what they see and women by what they hear?.  That is true for me only until she opens her mouth to speak. Depending on how she sounds, the scales can fall from my eyes really quickly.

I remember a flight to London back in the day. From the moment she walked through the door, this girl had all the men – crew and passengers -alike – staring.  She was wearing a top cut so low, you did not need any imagination; and her jeans looked like it was painted on her.  She had the courage to go with the top, and a reason to wear such jeans.  It took all of my self-restraint to keep my eyes above her neck. The girl was fine. She had a face almost too beautiful for her figure if ever that was possible. In one word, the girl SET!

Being me, I hustled to serve on her side of the aircraft. Usually, the meal service is my opportunity to develop a rapport with as many passengers as possible, but on this night I sort of raced through the cabin so that another crew member does not serve her before I got there.  As I took the meal order of the man seated next to her, I took a cursory look in her direction and I almost froze. Up close she looked so beautiful my mouth dried up.

I heard the blood rushing in my ear and felt my hand tremble slightly as I handed her the tray, then I asked for her drink choice. “Coca cola,” she said and it was then I first heard her fake accent. “Diet or regular, Ma’am?” I asked. “Digestive coke,” came back the reply. It was said so haughtily I almost started rummaging in my cart when what she said hit me. “What was that Ma’am?” I asked. “Digestive coke, or if you didn’t have it give me hampul juwice.” Inside I shook my head in wonderment as I handed her two cans of diet coke plus a glass of apple juice.

I have heard it said that all that glitters is not gold, but I never thought I would find out like this.

Franque

Franque

“Franque is in aviation, which by the way is not his job, just a lifestyle. If he ever kept a diary it would read like his articles will. Unfortunately he doesn’t. Scratch that. He didn’t.AIRtiquette is a walk in his shoes. Since regular isn’t in his vocabulary, brace yourself for a bit of airwalking!” Follow @franque_521 on twitter.

20 comments

  1. Lol! Dats funny. And so true. Especially when you see someone and pretty much imagine what they would sound like … until you hear what they actually sound like. Lol at Digestive coke.

  2. hahahahaha jokes. wow. hampul juice. I didnt understand till I read the last line. That is hilarious!!!!!! Hehe phonetics, its truly a wonder to be 'hear' (a personal play on behold)

  3. Thanx guys – again. When I read the comments on 'My preferred window seat', I assumed it was because Airtiquette was new and peeps wer reacting to new. When there were no comments on 'ABP Hunter' I said to my self Dude, the novelty's worn off. But with these comments,I am humbled all over again. Thank you all very much. Curious about Franque in the least bit? Follow Airtiquette on Friday for some insight into why I are the way I is.
    Too much grammar..

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