"Yeah, maybe I should try that sometime." After six years as a Navy Seal my Mom couldn't go longer then a week without hearing everything was fine on my end.
"Good cause it weighs a ton." Pushed her bag under a seat as we stepped into the plane. Of course she didn't want the barf bags. That was a bad choice, she just didn't know it. Widmer and Lipton went forward, they were also our pilots. "Hey Widmer. This is her first flight."
"No kidding?" He paused on his way into the cockpit. He'd spent ten years as a fighter pilot on an aircraft carrier. He forgot that this jet wasn't an F-14 pretty often. "It'll be an honor to pop your cherry Harvelle." With a salute to her a went forward, the engines starting to scream as he revved them.
"Window or aisle?" The plane only had first class seats. Damn I hope she doesn't puke on the leather. She was still trying to be macho about the puking thing as I sat down and buckled up.