In my previous job, I flew a lot for work. This had certain advantages, including often flying business class, racking up tons of miles, and this story, which I always remember fondly.
I was on an evening flight on my way out to my company’s headquarters city. I was eyeing the flight crew a bit and there was one stewardess who really caught my eye. She had her blonde hair tied back in a bun, had her hat askew just so, was wearing her skirt just a bit higher than her coworkers, and was rocking her heels.
As she worked the cabin I flirted a little bit when she came by, but nothing unprofessional. She was friendly, but she was also on the job, so I left it at that.
After the flight landed, I left and picked up a rental car and headed to the hotel near the airport. I checked in and headed to the hotel bar for a quick drink, and much to my surprise that stewardess was there! … but she didn’t look too happy.
I walked up to the bar. “This seat taken?” I asked, indicating the one next to her.