International Flight

Germans are some tall ass white people. In the US I'm 6'1, but I imagine in Germany I'm like 5'10… I mean I'm not short, but I'm not special. We flew AirBerlin, a German airline, obviously. It's not just that they are tall, but they are proportionately tall. From far away they don't look tall, but as you get closer, it's like they stay the same height and you shrink.

Once we got seated we noticed that everything was in German--magazines, instructions, announcements. And just like that we were suddenly foreigners. It was kind of nice actually. I was disappointed to find out that my wife had neglected to learn to read German for the purposes of this flight. Very out of character for her. She's usually much more prepared.

As I was admiring my complimentary ear plugs and socks (they give you socks…i know) i look up and a 5'10 supermodel Bond girl stewardess was staring down at me. I couldn't make out what she was saying, partly because I don't speak German, but mostly because I was lost in her eyes. At this point my wife reach over and moved the pillow which was covering my lap. The stewardess saw that my seatbelt was fastened and promptly moved on. Better to have loved and lost they say. Meg kissed me on the cheek to comfort my loss, so I touched her thigh in the most inappropriate manner I could. She laughed out loud.

A women walked by with her ten-year-old son. The girl on the opposite side of Megan asked how old he was. The women said he was six. I whispered to Meg, "Must be German." She laughed again and I was two for two. Not bad. Marilyn Monroe said, "If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything." Must be true. I got Meg to marry me.

Looking around the cabin, there were a number of stewardesses resembling supermodels. Germany...who knew?

 

 

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