ride. He was glad it wasn’t a very long flight and that there were no layovers. He felt sure if there had been, Dean might have made a break for the door and gone home on foot.
They got their baggage checked, had boarding passes in hand, and the rental car turned in. Now it was just the waiting game. Blake suggested to Dean maybe he should get a book or a magazine to keep himself occupied and his mind off of flying 10,000+ feet above the ground. Dean opted for a book of Sudoku puzzles. “Good choice,” Blake said, thinking to himself: that ought to keep him busy .
Blake wasn’t sure if he should give Dean the window seat or not. Excited first time flyers often wanted this seat as it was fun watching during takeoff. Given Dean’s stress level, he wasn’t sure that was such a good idea. As for Blake, he preferred the aisle seat. With his very long legs, he could stretch them into the aisle when the beverage cart wasn’t passing. He decided to give Dean the choice and thankfully he chose the window seat.
They got settled in their seats when the stewardess went through her speech about emergencies. Dean followed along with the plastic-covered pamphlet in the back of the seat in front of him. He gave Blake a reprimanding look when he didn’t pull his out and follow along, so Blake dutifully pulled his out to make Dean feel better.
Blake could hear the baggage being loaded below them and with every thump he was sure that he saw Dean jump. Blake thought, this is going to be a very long flight. Blake could hear the baggage door closing and Dean jumped again, asking what the noise was.
“It’s okay, Dean, they’re just securing the cargo door. Don’t want your boxers blowing out the door and pelting some poor old gal on her walk to the church bingo now, do we?”
“That can happen?”
“No, Dean, not with the cargo door closed. It’s fine. Relax.”
Dean watched out the window as people in orange vests and odd little cars skittered here and there, and the blocks were pulled away from the wheels.
“We’re moving,” Dean almost shouted. His hands gripped the ends of the armrests as if he was holding on for dear life.
“Yeah, Dean, we have to move to get in the air.”
“I don’t think I want to do this,” he said and a low, guttural growl came from him.
“It’s a little late for that. You’ve got to get a handle on your emotions; I don’t want you going all wolf on me.”
“Hmmmm, that wouldn’t be good, would it?”
Blake hit the stewardess button and the stewardess, seemingly a bit annoyed, came immediately.
He whispered in her ear that Dean was a first time flyer and feeling very nervous. He was hoping she would make a great effort to get him a beer as soon as possible.
“Yes, sir. I understand,” she said and then went back to her post in the back. Blake could see that she was already taking the beer out of the bin as the captain came over the loud speaker.
Dean’s eyes grew wide when the plane revved its engines and disengaged the brake. Blake looked at him and said, “Think happy thoughts!”
Dean looked at him with his panicked eyes, severely annoyed at the comment. In a couple of seconds the airplane was lifting off and Blake could hear the landing gear being put away. That’s when the stewardess came with the beer and Blake tipped her heavily. Dean didn’t bother with the stupid little plastic cup and downed the beer in amazing time. Thankfully, as Blake hadn’t brought much cash, the second beer lasted longer.
Aside from a bit of turbulence over the Rockies, the flight was uneventful and smooth. Although Dean never touched his Sudoku puzzles, he was enjoying looking down over the mountains and cities as they passed them. The beers had done the trick. Two hours later, they were landing in San Francisco. Dean jumped a little when the plane had landed and the jets were thrown into reverse to slow down, but Blake
They got their baggage checked, had boarding passes in hand, and the rental car turned in. Now it was just the waiting game. Blake suggested to Dean maybe he should get a book or a magazine to keep himself occupied and his mind off of flying 10,000+ feet above the ground. Dean opted for a book of Sudoku puzzles. “Good choice,” Blake said, thinking to himself: that ought to keep him busy .
Blake wasn’t sure if he should give Dean the window seat or not. Excited first time flyers often wanted this seat as it was fun watching during takeoff. Given Dean’s stress level, he wasn’t sure that was such a good idea. As for Blake, he preferred the aisle seat. With his very long legs, he could stretch them into the aisle when the beverage cart wasn’t passing. He decided to give Dean the choice and thankfully he chose the window seat.
They got settled in their seats when the stewardess went through her speech about emergencies. Dean followed along with the plastic-covered pamphlet in the back of the seat in front of him. He gave Blake a reprimanding look when he didn’t pull his out and follow along, so Blake dutifully pulled his out to make Dean feel better.
Blake could hear the baggage being loaded below them and with every thump he was sure that he saw Dean jump. Blake thought, this is going to be a very long flight. Blake could hear the baggage door closing and Dean jumped again, asking what the noise was.
“It’s okay, Dean, they’re just securing the cargo door. Don’t want your boxers blowing out the door and pelting some poor old gal on her walk to the church bingo now, do we?”
“That can happen?”
“No, Dean, not with the cargo door closed. It’s fine. Relax.”
Dean watched out the window as people in orange vests and odd little cars skittered here and there, and the blocks were pulled away from the wheels.
“We’re moving,” Dean almost shouted. His hands gripped the ends of the armrests as if he was holding on for dear life.
“Yeah, Dean, we have to move to get in the air.”
“I don’t think I want to do this,” he said and a low, guttural growl came from him.
“It’s a little late for that. You’ve got to get a handle on your emotions; I don’t want you going all wolf on me.”
“Hmmmm, that wouldn’t be good, would it?”
Blake hit the stewardess button and the stewardess, seemingly a bit annoyed, came immediately.
He whispered in her ear that Dean was a first time flyer and feeling very nervous. He was hoping she would make a great effort to get him a beer as soon as possible.
“Yes, sir. I understand,” she said and then went back to her post in the back. Blake could see that she was already taking the beer out of the bin as the captain came over the loud speaker.
Dean’s eyes grew wide when the plane revved its engines and disengaged the brake. Blake looked at him and said, “Think happy thoughts!”
Dean looked at him with his panicked eyes, severely annoyed at the comment. In a couple of seconds the airplane was lifting off and Blake could hear the landing gear being put away. That’s when the stewardess came with the beer and Blake tipped her heavily. Dean didn’t bother with the stupid little plastic cup and downed the beer in amazing time. Thankfully, as Blake hadn’t brought much cash, the second beer lasted longer.
Aside from a bit of turbulence over the Rockies, the flight was uneventful and smooth. Although Dean never touched his Sudoku puzzles, he was enjoying looking down over the mountains and cities as they passed them. The beers had done the trick. Two hours later, they were landing in San Francisco. Dean jumped a little when the plane had landed and the jets were thrown into reverse to slow down, but Blake
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