The head of cabin crew, 'leading lady' as they called them, was making introductory announcement and she fumbled. In an attempt to introduce the crew she mixed up their demographic backgrounds. Which fliers would not have otherwise discovered had she not flashed that broad, embarrassed, guilty smile and corrected her self. The correction was an innocent act done without provocation, may be triggered by some intact sense of integrity which strong winds of practicality had not yet withered away, not at that young age.
She must have been 20-22 years of age with a sweet round face painted black on the head because her black hair were tightly pulled back and rolled in to a bun ( which was part of the dress code as other female crew members were similarly hair styled) and a big slit for mouth hiding in thin red glossed lips. She spoke in a practiced monotonous, crackling voice which somehow appeared very soothing to me, perhaps because what it spoke about could hold no surprise. Peculiarly, whenever she spoke the tip of her hook like nose would seem to be peeping into her mouth and twitch, like a reluctant diver summoning last moment courage before taking plunge in to abyss.
Air travels are generally a very boring affair for me, only sense of excitement I get from them is because of my fear of flying which keeps the adrenaline flowing. I often try to counter this morbid excitement, by imagining a beautiful fellow traveller being on the way to sit next to me ( which by the way never happens and I have always wondered why!) before takeoff and, after take off, fantasising about the female cabin crew. And I have always found Nietzsche's observation that 'lust soothes fear' invalid on a flight.
There are many other worthy female passengers on the flight, but it is cabin crew which seems to be a easier target for male fantasies. Perhaps men get emotionally confused, because the only other women that ask them " what would you like to eat today" happens to be their wives.
She must have been 20-22 years of age with a sweet round face painted black on the head because her black hair were tightly pulled back and rolled in to a bun ( which was part of the dress code as other female crew members were similarly hair styled) and a big slit for mouth hiding in thin red glossed lips. She spoke in a practiced monotonous, crackling voice which somehow appeared very soothing to me, perhaps because what it spoke about could hold no surprise. Peculiarly, whenever she spoke the tip of her hook like nose would seem to be peeping into her mouth and twitch, like a reluctant diver summoning last moment courage before taking plunge in to abyss.
Air travels are generally a very boring affair for me, only sense of excitement I get from them is because of my fear of flying which keeps the adrenaline flowing. I often try to counter this morbid excitement, by imagining a beautiful fellow traveller being on the way to sit next to me ( which by the way never happens and I have always wondered why!) before takeoff and, after take off, fantasising about the female cabin crew. And I have always found Nietzsche's observation that 'lust soothes fear' invalid on a flight.
There are many other worthy female passengers on the flight, but it is cabin crew which seems to be a easier target for male fantasies. Perhaps men get emotionally confused, because the only other women that ask them " what would you like to eat today" happens to be their wives.
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