08-04-2019, 04:30 PM
By the time the Air Finzione supersonic jet was over the Eastern Seaboard, Susan Bailey had cleaned up and put on some clothes from her bag. The clothes she'd had in the bag, however, were chosen for Western Washington weather and practicality rather than flying from Seattle to San Finzione in one of the plane's Contessa Class luxury suites.
The evening dress she'd been wearing when she boarded had been replaced by a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that said in white letters "Somewhere deep down, aren't we ALL Groot?" Although there were no other passengers, she kept the blue flannel jacket in the bag so anyone seeing her wouldn't think she was about to hit them up for change.
She walked back to First Class and saw all the empty seats. Air Finzione wouldn't exist for another month yet. In fact, the first commercials were scheduled to start airing during sporting events that weekend. The San Finzione consul in Seattle had been able to use his connections and arrange this flight for her and the Equals as personal friends of La Contessa. Susan thought better of correcting him that technically, she and Helen weren't quite friends yet and accepted.
She looked in the alcove between First and Business Classes, hoping to find Colleen or someone else, but it was devoid of people. Since their tickets were "on Helen," or at least on La Familia de San Finzione's business empire, Susan had no issues grabbing a couple of single-serving bags of Goldfish crackers and roasted almonds before continuing back to Coach and finding no one again.
On her way back to the front of the plane, she stopped and looked around the empty Business Class seats and took a deep breath.
"HEY," she shouted, repeating the last word with a soft fade, trying to simulate an echo effect. "HEY! WHERE IS EVERYBODY?"
Colleen emerged from the other Contessa Class suite.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Equals, can I help you with something?"
Susan turned to her, blushing from a combination of the yelling and someone having heard her.
"Huh? Oh, sorry, no, Colleen. She's the other one. I'm Ms. Bailey. Er, Susan, that is. Hi. I was just... old Twilight Zone bit. First time flying... thought there'd be more people. I figured everybody does the Shatner 'There's... SOMETHING ON THE WING!' one."
Susan started walking toward Colleen with her palms outstretched at her sides as if to say "Not a crazy person; well, not a dangerous one, anyway, just a little weird is all. I'm just coming over to talk."
"Oh, aye," Colleen said. "Yeah, they always go fer that episode. I like..." She got a confused look on her face and pretended to hold up a pair of invisible broken glasses. "Tha's nae fair. Tha's nae fair 'T-ALL. There was TIME now. There... there was all the time I NEEDED. S' nae fair." She started sobbing and fading as she repeated the last. "S' nae fair."
Susan stopped walking when she'd reached a decently conversational distance, applauding the bit and laughing.
"That's great! The last impression I'd expect you'd have in your repertoire is 1950s Burgess Meredith. And your accent makes it even better."
Colleen smiled and tilted her head to the right.
"Well, ye know, we DID finally get TV in Ireland this past year."
Susan smiled, liking her all the more for that response.
"I deserved that. I hope we haven't been asshole customers, Colleen. Er... passengers."
That elicited a look of surprise and another smile from the lass.
"What? Oh no, sorry, nah ya haven't. Sorry, weren't expecting that. The marketing guys say tha' Contessa Class passengers'll typically be..." Colleen stopped herself before using the word "asshole" as well. "Er, that is, not overly concerned wit' others' opinions of their behavior."
"Dickheads, huh?" Colleen nodded a little. "It's ok, Colleen, you can say it. I used to do a job a lot like yours. Except in something stationary and on the ground." Colleen looked confused. "Waitress," Susan explained as she looked out the window at the cloud layer. "Same shitty highway greasy spoon for 11 years. You probably don't get as many meth heads and drunk trucker propositions, though."
The evening dress she'd been wearing when she boarded had been replaced by a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that said in white letters "Somewhere deep down, aren't we ALL Groot?" Although there were no other passengers, she kept the blue flannel jacket in the bag so anyone seeing her wouldn't think she was about to hit them up for change.
She walked back to First Class and saw all the empty seats. Air Finzione wouldn't exist for another month yet. In fact, the first commercials were scheduled to start airing during sporting events that weekend. The San Finzione consul in Seattle had been able to use his connections and arrange this flight for her and the Equals as personal friends of La Contessa. Susan thought better of correcting him that technically, she and Helen weren't quite friends yet and accepted.
She looked in the alcove between First and Business Classes, hoping to find Colleen or someone else, but it was devoid of people. Since their tickets were "on Helen," or at least on La Familia de San Finzione's business empire, Susan had no issues grabbing a couple of single-serving bags of Goldfish crackers and roasted almonds before continuing back to Coach and finding no one again.
On her way back to the front of the plane, she stopped and looked around the empty Business Class seats and took a deep breath.
"HEY," she shouted, repeating the last word with a soft fade, trying to simulate an echo effect. "HEY! WHERE IS EVERYBODY?"
Colleen emerged from the other Contessa Class suite.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Equals, can I help you with something?"
Susan turned to her, blushing from a combination of the yelling and someone having heard her.
"Huh? Oh, sorry, no, Colleen. She's the other one. I'm Ms. Bailey. Er, Susan, that is. Hi. I was just... old Twilight Zone bit. First time flying... thought there'd be more people. I figured everybody does the Shatner 'There's... SOMETHING ON THE WING!' one."
Susan started walking toward Colleen with her palms outstretched at her sides as if to say "Not a crazy person; well, not a dangerous one, anyway, just a little weird is all. I'm just coming over to talk."
"Oh, aye," Colleen said. "Yeah, they always go fer that episode. I like..." She got a confused look on her face and pretended to hold up a pair of invisible broken glasses. "Tha's nae fair. Tha's nae fair 'T-ALL. There was TIME now. There... there was all the time I NEEDED. S' nae fair." She started sobbing and fading as she repeated the last. "S' nae fair."
Susan stopped walking when she'd reached a decently conversational distance, applauding the bit and laughing.
"That's great! The last impression I'd expect you'd have in your repertoire is 1950s Burgess Meredith. And your accent makes it even better."
Colleen smiled and tilted her head to the right.
"Well, ye know, we DID finally get TV in Ireland this past year."
Susan smiled, liking her all the more for that response.
"I deserved that. I hope we haven't been asshole customers, Colleen. Er... passengers."
That elicited a look of surprise and another smile from the lass.
"What? Oh no, sorry, nah ya haven't. Sorry, weren't expecting that. The marketing guys say tha' Contessa Class passengers'll typically be..." Colleen stopped herself before using the word "asshole" as well. "Er, that is, not overly concerned wit' others' opinions of their behavior."
"Dickheads, huh?" Colleen nodded a little. "It's ok, Colleen, you can say it. I used to do a job a lot like yours. Except in something stationary and on the ground." Colleen looked confused. "Waitress," Susan explained as she looked out the window at the cloud layer. "Same shitty highway greasy spoon for 11 years. You probably don't get as many meth heads and drunk trucker propositions, though."
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