not see what she is willing to offer, but only what she’s ready to show.
I make a bet with myself that I will take her to my bed this very evening. The bet in itself is of little importance; I've been regularly making and losing these kinds of bets with myself for a longer time that I care to remember.
She's the forbidden fruit all right, but tastier than any apple I got a bite of lately.
She waits in front of Gate 101, where boarding for UFL Flight 2434 bound for Paris, France, is about to start.
At first, my attention is directed toward her and her alone. I don’t give a fig about the contents of their conversation.
But eventually, the lessons of grammar school psychology seep slowly into my porous brain. They tell me to listen.
I hear the official's last words.
"… unfortunately we're fully booked."
The woman who pronounced the ominous words sits behind the desk, contemplating infinity. She does not look too bad herself. She's a forty, forty-five buxom platinum blonde, former stewardess most likely, with a good figure. The type who takes good care of herself.
"Miss, miss…" she's in a bit of a hurry.
Boarding will start soon and she finds it gets a little more difficult to concentrate.
"Miss Lana Gantry," the younger woman replies. "I seem to be in possession of a worthless ticket. I blame you and your company for selling it to me. Although I've been assured that I will be assigned a seat here, at the gate. Why did you sell me the ticket if you knew you had no more seats available?"
"We are in the twenty-first century, Miss Gantry. We work with computers now. It gets extremely complicated. Our company regrets these types of situations, like yours, when they occur, but I can assure you, Miss Gantry, they are exceedingly rare, and we are working hard to eliminate these problems."
"What you are telling me might be entirely true," retorts my future love interest. "Although I must confess that I'm not entirely convinced of the veracity of your statement, by taking into account the lousy track record of your company. But even if it were true, which I find difficult to believe, please don't forget that this type of situation is happening right now, and furthermore, it's happening right now to me. So I hope you understand my position when I’m telling you that the so-called rarity of this occurrence, computer glitch, or I don't care what you choose to call it, does not relieve me in the least. Is it clear?"
This is a splendid tirade unfortunately spoiled by the fact that the gate supervisor doesn't seem to pay any attention to her.
She is now preoccupied and examining with a wary eye the crowd in front of the gate that is gradually getting larger while becoming more impatient. Important work awaits her. Boarding is announced to start in five minutes.
"We'll do our best to get you into a seat, Miss Gantry. If we cannot find it, I personally promise to put you on the next flight to Paris in three hours, at 1:00 pm. May I see your ticket, please?"
"It's absolutely crucial that I go with the ten o'clock flight. There are people waiting for me."
Lana hands her the ticket and the stewardess examines it, a noticeable smirk on her face.
"I see you are holding a second class ticket for the ten o'clock flight," her tone has visibly changed. "Are you aware, Miss Gantry, that the ticket you purchased in second class is seat-less?"
"It was the last I could find. In three hours, I need to be in Paris. It's an urgent matter."
"Miss Gantry, let me ask you one question: did you have a chance to spend a few minutes reading the contract? If people took a little more time to study our legal contract, these kinds of situations would never occur. You should be already aware of the fact that the owner of a seat-less ticket is seated on a first come, first serve basis, and that our company does not admit any liability and reserves the right to remove unruly passengers from the premises."
The clock ticks 9:30 and for once
Thomas Christopher Greene