About two years ago I was on WN CRP-HOU-DAL making my weekly commute to see my (now ex)girlfriend and on the HOU-DAL leg I sat next to a very fetching young woman who'd never flown before in her life. Apparently she was from an incredibly small east texas town, had won a church beauty contest, and was going to Dallas for the state finals or something along those lines. She was so nervous about flying that the moment the beverage service started she ordered two non-Baptist-approved drinks. It may have been her first flight but those definitely weren't her first drinks as she took the minis, declined the glass and downed them in quick succession. This did not help when fifteen minutes later we encountered some incredibly bad turbulence. She asked somewhat sheepishly if I minded if she held my hand and I, being sympathetic, said no (the fact that she was stunningly gorgeous had NOTHING to do with it, I swear ). Very shortly I was made to understand just how terrified she was as with the next bump she dug her nails in so hard she drew blood!! Shortly thereafter she said "Oh I think I'm going to throw up!" Fortunately she made it without losing her lunch. As for the hand, she didn't notice until the turbulence had passed and she let go. She was extremely apologetic. I told her not to worry about it but I had one hell of a time explaining THAT to my girlfriend.




[This message has been edited by kanebear (edited 02-06-2002).]