The Flight Conversation by Micah McQuearySUMMARY: Just a small something I've been thinking about. "Is it ready for flight?"
"It has been for the last 500 runs we've done from here to Chicago..."
"Should we make an announcement?
"No. I'm sure they know where they're going"
"No, I mean the usual stuff. You know, 'in the event of an emrgency...'"
"If we crash, I'll be sure to tell them."
"Yeah, but don't they need to know what to do?"
"You mean... Put their seatbelt on?"
"Well... Yeah..."
Silence endured. The pilot and co-pilot simply stared at the console in front of them for a duration of five minutes before the pilot decided to react.
"Alright, get that flight attendant and make the announcement..."
The co-pilot unbluckled his own seatbelt and began to stand before the pilot grabbed his arm.
"Hold on..." He said, "I'll make the announcment myself..."
"Are... you sure?"
"Sure. Sit back down, will ya?"
Opening the door, he walked past the billowing curtain and stood straight in the entranceway. Several rows of people reocgnized his appearance and stares from all sides penetrated his own. He cleared his throat. Someone among the stares coughed in response. A baby whined and someone took a sip of a drink. "Alright!" The pilot said, clapping his hands together and rubbing them. Silence.
"Welcome to Bermuda Airlines. I will be your pilot for the day. To assure you of your safety, I will let you know that I have taken this route at least 500 times. I know this route so well that I could do it while blind-folded."
Not a creature stirred inside the plane. It would be right about now that the cue for night-crickets would be sounding. In fact, the pilot himself could almost hear them chirp.
"... In fact, I will be driving this plane like thus..." Slowly, the pilot reached into his back pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Several people jumped at first, until they noticed with frantic eyes that it was not a weapon of mass destruction. The pilot pulled the handkerchief up in front of his eyes and pulled it tightly around his head. He got several odd looks as he began to tie it tight. Turning around, the pilot walked back through the curtain, ran into the door, opened it, and went through.
"Are we ready to..." The co-pilot made a queer look. "What is that?"
"What does it look like?"
"Erm... Sure. You okay?"
"Yeah, let's just get this over with..."
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