Monday Morning Improv: Undesirable Pilot Litter

deltaToday’s post is brought to you by the Universe (or, as I like to call it, the random number generator). I asked for three random words and was given, in this order: Undesirable, pilot, litter. Yes, this post will be about the undesirable kind. Not the kinder, gentler desirable litter. Now, if you’ll fasten your seat belts this post is about to take off. -Ed.

Undesirable Pilot Litter
by Tom B. Taker

Uneasily I took my seat. At least it was by the window. I wasn’t feeling so good. Flying always makes me nervous and this was my first time in an airplane in a long, long time. It had been so long I literally couldn’t remember when I’d last flown. Perhaps that business trip back when I’d been somebody? Certainly it was before the events of 9/11. I’d never been through TSA security before.

When did airport security start reaching into people’s pants, and what did they hope to find in my underwear? Just because I was ticklish I had to remove my shirt? That was not very pleasant. Sure I cried and yelled, “Stop touching me,” but that only seemed to egg them on.

No sense crying over spilled milk I said to myself. I might as well try to make the best of it. I adjusted in my seat and tried in vain to feel comfortable where the pee dribbles had gone down my leg. The warmth had quickly given way and was now ice cold. Breathe in, breathe out. Relax, dammit.

I heard rather than felt the deep rumbling from my gut. Anxiously I jammed the button for the flight attendant. “Where are the air sick bags?” Surprisingly I was able to get the words out. Things were finally going my way.

The contents of my stomach also came out before she had time to answer. Too late. Moments later I was provided with a garbage bag and towels. The groping would not continue. This time I was on my own.

Drenched in sweat, pee and my own juices, I finally decided to try to occupy my mind. Magazines? Gack, no! They suck. In a desperation move I turned my head and looked out the tiny little smudgy window.

Bowels. Void.

My finger repeatedly jammed the attendent button until she reappeared. She did not look happy. “Sir! Listen to me,” she said sternly. “I have duties. You cannot keep monopolizing my time. Strange as it may seem, you are not the only passenger on this plane.”

I gestured out the window. Reluctantly she looked. The reaction in her eyes was priceless. Suddenly everything was okay.

9 responses

  1. Remind me never to fly with you!! 🙂

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    1. One of the dangers of randomized blog writing challenges is that the results are often not pretty.

      You have been warned.

      Exercise caution in the unfriendly skies.

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    2. Here’s one from the past where I foolishly took words from the audience. Never again!

      https://shoutsfromtheabyss.wordpress.com/2010/05/27/salubrious-basterds/

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  2. I fail to get it…maybe I haven’t had enough coffee.

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    1. LOL. Do not look for deeper meaning where there is none.

      I do know this: When our protagonist looked out the window, the inset image is what he saw. There is no other meaning beyond that except for my immaturity and infantilism.

      You are too good to be here.

      /slumming

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    2. I’m with you. What the hell Tom? You’re endings are suck.

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      1. Lol. We are legion!

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      2. Cryptic endings FTW! Although I thought the photograph said it all. That’s my damn luggage in the engine. Now sit down, shut up and buckle up. It’s go time.

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