Change in the Air
I AM WALKING through the cabin to give change to a man who has purchased a drink. “I owe you $15,” I say, handing him the money.
An elderly man, a septuagenarian, sitting in the aisle seat next to him says to me, “You owe ME $1,500!“ I laugh and reply, “I owe you a winning Powerball ticket,” and fan the stack of liquor money I hold in my hand. “Come on, you and me, let’s run off to Mexico!” I tease.
He hesitates and asks earnestly, “Have you got a respirator?” “No,” I answer “but I am CPR qualified.”
He nods and smiles. “You’re my kind of girl!”