Flight Attendant

A young attractive Brunette picks up the telephone hanging on the wall. “Welome to the USAirways non-stop flight from Fort Walton Beach to Charlotte,” she announced.

The nameless flight attendant stands at the front of the aircraft and introduces herself as Amanda and her fellow flight attendant, Judy. The only similarity between the two is the pin in the shape of wings, each of them wear on their blouses.

Amanda wears a white blouse with blue patches on the top of both shoulders accompanied by a slimming black business skirt that reaches just past her knees. Tied loosely around her neck is a stylish red and blue scarf.

Judy could be described as the complete opposite of Amanda—a heavy set, middle aged woman, with blonde hair and glasses. But, appearances aside, there is no doubt Judy has been doing this longer than her fellow co-worker.

Time to prep for departure. Seatbelts fastened. Bags stowed. Seatbacks upright.

Flying high above the clouds, the flight attendants rummage around the cabin and begin serving complimentary beverages including soda, coffee, and water. For those trying to let off a little steam, alcoholic beverages are available for a price.

Once the passengers are served and satisfied, the two women start their rounds to collect trash. Every couple of minutes, they walk by carrying large white plastic bags packed to the max, somehow not splitting at the bottom.

Time to prep for landing. Seatbelts fastened. Electronics off. Shades up.

At the front of the aircraft, the young flight attendant, Amanda, unfolds her temporary chair and takes a seat. She moves her hands around, locates the seatbelt and pulls the straps over her shoulders.

Her figure is hard to make out because the darkness has taken over. Facing the passengers, she crosses her legs and folds her hands delicately across her lap.

Amanda shoots a smile to the couple seated directly in front of her. Her eyes continue to wander around the cabin then become stuck in one spot. No longer wandering aimlessly, her eyes remain still, turning into an uninterrupted stare.

For a split moment, her eyes are no longer visible. She couldn’t resist such heavy eyelids anymore, her fatigue finally got the best of her. In an attempt to wake herself, she squirmed and readjusted herself in the seemingly uncomfortable chair.

City lights crept through the small windows on either sides of the plane, giving more definition to those around. Shadows stain the worn out gray carpeting that stretches infinitely down the aisle to my left.