As the ATR plane rattled and rumbled on the runway before take-off, the cute stewardess said,
‘sir I hope you are aware that you have to operate the emergency exit door, in case of an emergency?’
I inspected the door I was sitting by and the illustrations and instructions on it and said ‘Er. Yes?’
She flashed a well-practiced, fake smile and cooed again,
‘Sir I hope you are aware that you need to open that door only in an emergency?’
‘Oh! I was all set to open it! Oh shit! I am so disappointed. You ruined my weekend entertainment.’
She fluttered her eyelashes in an expression of utter dismay and said,
‘Sir! But that’s a crime! Opening that door when there is no emergency!’
And I cried.
