“Is there anything I can get you, Miss?” our flight attendant asked.
Being that I was a VIP on a private jet, I could probably ask for anything, but I wasn’t familiar with this lifestyle. I had been invited on a ski trip to Glenwood Springs by my best friend from high school. Rachel wanted to celebrate our 10-year high school reunion with something special. “Create a memory to last us the next ten years!” she exclaimed when she pitched the idea to me earlier this year. Luckily, her husband, Dan was eager to bankroll the whole trip. He always had a hard time saying no to her.
Rachel and I had been friends since 6th grade. She would never marry a man for money, but it didn’t hurt when her high school sweetheart’s tech company got bought out for $500 million. We were all new to this, and a private jet to Colorado seemed like the perfect way to celebrate.
I thought for a few seconds and decided to just go for it.
I looked up at the flight attendant and responded: “I would love to see the cockpit and meet the pilot”. I paused. “If possible”.