Good evening pervs and pervetts from the flight deck. This is Josh and Ai again here to share another of our adventures above 30,000 feet.
We start this tale with me (Joe), scrambling around on a bad weather day. Thing were delayed and flights were cancelling, it was not a lot of fun. I had finally managed to make it to the airport we’d been trying to get into for hours only to be greeted by a phone call from crew scheduling. They desperately needed me to run over and get on a deadhead to reposition me for the next day. Grumbling to myself I dragged my exhausted self over to the flight, got myself a row to myself and headed down the jet bridge.
I settled in as comfortably as possible in the cramped seats and pulled out my tablet to find something to veg out on for the next several hours. I’m lost to the real world trying instead to focus on the adventures of some random people when I get tapped on the shoulder. I sigh assuming that I had been assigned a seat mate that was going to pester me the whole flight but I’m shocked to see Ai standing there like some angel sent to take me away.