**Reward for Swift Return**
Perhaps you know Barajas, the main airport in Madrid. Today we
have James in the captain’s chair and Idris as the first
officer. Though not necessary on a short flight, the captain had
brought along a third man in the flight crew, Stephen, who was
here for the training. It was always nice to have three on deck
as it kept the conversation flowing and the passengers always
liked the sense of security.
Like all airports everything is less sophisicated behind the
scenes there are a lot of corridors of fluroescent lighting and
slow moving lifts. But sometimes its layout gives a certain
charm. For example, today, when James, Idris and Stephen were on
their way to the gate from the crew lounge, when they found they
were walking behind the perfect crisp bright blue of a KLM
stewardess. It always brightens a man’s spirits: the clicking of
the perfectly shiny heels, a little higher than most of the
women wear, and somehow just sexier in shape, and the noise of
her pullalong luggage over the tiles. The swing of her arms and
the bob to her step. Three white strips and an orange one: a
senior purser. Cut of her jacket just nipped in on the slope of
her lower back. And gloves, how many women wear gloves any more?