I, an air steward aboard a long international flight, find myself in the midst of an intriguing situation. A passenger has called me over with quite a query.
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Passenger: “Why have we stopped?!”
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Me: *Utterly perplexed* “Stopped what, dear lady?”
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Passenger: “The plane!”
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Me: “We haven’t halted. Truly.”
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Passenger: “I’m peering out this window right here, and we’re just sitting here motionless!”
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I cast my gaze out the window to behold a clear sky without a cloud in sight and a vast, tranquil sea far below.
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Me: “Ma’am, we’re soaring over the Atlantic at a dizzying thirty-five thousand feet. If there were any such thing as stopping, you would surely be aware.”
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Sometimes I might attribute certain peculiar questions or behaviors to first-time flyers, but this truly takes the cake!”
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