Auburn Amazon

As I boarded the plane - I won’t mention the airline or the cities involved - I noticed an attractive young woman queued up a few passengers ahead of me. She was slender, pretty, and nicely dressed, but her most noteworthy features were her vivid auburn hair and the fact that she was as tall as I am (six feet, one inch).

I saw the young lady again after deplaning. As I waited in the jetway for the suitcase that I had gate checked, she came and stood beside me, apparently waiting for her own luggage.

As we were waiting there, the flight crew changed over. The two pilots of the next flight were both rather short, but the first officer was particularly diminutive, five-foot-five if he was lucky. He was also bespeckled and rather plain looking, but that didn’t stop him from making a number of passes at the auburn amazon. 

In his first trip down the jetway, he complimented her boots. She didn’t react. She remained silent and didn’t even look at the guy. Undeterred, he found reasons to walk up and down the jetway a few more times. Apparently, he kept remembering things that he had to say to the gate agents. Every time he came past, he made a pleasant but hopeful remember to the young woman. Each time, she ignored him blankly. His “I fly planes” mojo was not getting him onto the guess list of this exclusive party.

After a while, I started feeling sorry for the guy. Despite his banter, the lady never cracked a smile, never even acknowledged him. At one point, I thought to myself, “Dude, what are you doing? You couldn’t even climb on that.”

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