Story Four from "A Symphony of Short Stories"

Story Four: THE CATTLE CLASS

From the Diary of Melissa Ranter

Can I just say it again – I really can’t stand travelling long haul flights on economy class. I call them ‘cattle class’.

I hate it even more when the airlines started bringing their prices down, so that 'now everyone can fly’. No, seriously – some people should not be allowed to fly. In fact, they should not even be allowed to leave their house!

I’ll tell you why I have such deep contempt for the cattle class.

For starters, the seats are the size of peanuts. I mean, come on! Have they seriously not seen the sizes of our ass or what? Squeezing us all into the pathetic contrapment they call a seat would not make our ass stay that small, ok. In fact, most of us are just bulging out of our seams and leaking onto the next wretched seat.

Secondly, what’s with that rigid metal piece plunked in between each seat? That should not even be called an armrest. It should be called, a steel divider to keep everyone in their place. No two passengers can place their arms on these things. Have you tried? It only accommodates barely half an arm from each passenger. And the one who gets stuck in the middle seat will always have my sincere sympathy.

Thirdly, do you ever notice how there is NEVER enough overhead cabin storage in Cattle Class? I mean, there are so many more of us in the back, and yet we have to squash all our allowed number of carry-on items into that miserable shared space. Surely, they must know by now that it is simply not working! Those passengers in the front have more storage space but they hardly carry anything onboard. They should just re-distribute the storage space – seriously! Every time I try to open the over-head cabin, it’s like opening a jack in the box. Only, it’s not a funny surprise I get. It’s a collage of wreckage. 

Oh how I hate smelly people in the plane and more than anything else, smelly feet! For the life of me, I cannot comprehend why the people in cattle class never take showers. Well, they don’t smell like they take any showers at all! Do they like deliberately not shower for 3 days and then get into the plane just to aggravate people like me who have a high regard for personal hygiene? Try sitting over 5 hours being sandwiched by two very un-attractive and smelly passengers. You’ll learn a new meaning of pain very quickly.

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Story Three from "A Symphony of Short Stories"

Story Three: THE TRANSIT LOUNGE

Edward had been sitting in his Business Class seat for over 2 hours, along with all the other passengers aboard the Cathay Pacific flight from New York to Hong Kong. The crew has been trying their best to ease the passengers’ collective concern, but no real definitive answer had been given. Every one felt trapped inside the plane, and it did not matter if they were giving all the passengers free-flow drinks and snacks. To make matters worse, JFK had always been Edward’s least favourite airport.

Suddenly, a voice in the speaker hammered through the restlessness.

“This is your captain speaking. Firstly, I thank each and everyone for bearing with us in the last 2 hours. I regret to inform all of you that this Cathay Pacific flight will not be taking off at all. We are all required to take our belongings and exit the plane immediately. I sincerely apologise that no further details can be provided at this time. I implore everyone to please cooperate with the in-flight crew to make our disembarkation as painless as possible. Once again, I do apologise but this is the reality of our current situation. It is critical that we do not panic at all times. Just follow the instructions from the flight attendants and everything will be fine. Thank you for your kind cooperation and understanding. All flight crew – please proceed as instructed.”

Confusion and silence gripped the plane, as nails gripped the walls. At first, no one moved. They were not quite sure what they had just heard was really happening to them. Edward looked at his fellow passengers. They were as bewildered as he was. Then the flight attendants appeared out of nowhere to facilitate the disembarkation. Everyone started packing up his or her own belongings. Some people were removing the in-flight slippers and started putting on their shoes. Others began to tremble, fearing some impending doom. All the exit doors of the plane were opened in unison, signaling the urgency of the situation. Gusts of cold wind burst into the plane, waking up every passenger to the truth of the Captain's announcement.

The whole plane fell into a somber communal movement. There was no pushing, shoving or rushing for once. At every row, passengers came out from their seats and moved towards their respective exits. All the flight attendants did their best to help the elderly, the young and those with special needs to make through the exit before everyone else. No one dared put up a fuss. Perhaps the tone of the Captain’s voice had cemented the gravity of the situation. He was serious. Above all, he sounded sad – very sad.

As Edward emerged from the sky bridge, he could see that they were not the only ones being evicted from their planes. There were other passengers from different planes coming out into the main hall of terminal 7. They looked just as lost. From here, all the passengers were divided into smaller groups. The flight crews handed over their duties to the airport officials. The whole terminal was abuzz with activity but no one was talking too much, or too loudly. The airport officials were now in charge of everyone in the room. They were assisted by the local police officers. This was the first time anyone had seen so many police officers in an airport. The situation seemed more alarming than what they had thought.

Edward was ushered into a transit lounge with all the different Business Class passengers from various planes. He quickly settled into the nearest chair he could find, as the whole room was filling up fairly quickly. He then tried to activate his mobile phone, but nothing was working. When he looked around the transit lounge, he realized that everyone’s mobile phone was not working as well. There was no line at all. For the first time, the same message appeared on everyone’s phone: “No Service”. It was fast becoming a very strange day. He glanced at his watch and was relieved to find that it was still working. It was almost 12:45pm in New York. That would put Hong Kong’s time at about 2am. No one would be awake at that hour in Hong Kong, not his family anyways.

The airport officials have started serving some light refreshments to everyone in the lounge, but no additional information had been shared with the passengers. Every 20 minutes or so, Edward tried his mobile again. However, the same message kept appearing. Then out of the muted gloom, a familiar soft voice called out his name. It lifted his spirits somewhat. Edward looked up to find himself looking at someone he has not seen for over twenty years, and yet he has not stopped thinking about her in all this time. JFK at that point in time would have been the last place on earth Edward had expected to see Josephine again. But there she was, standing before him like a blissful apparition.

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Story Two from "A Symphony of Short Stories"

Story Two: THE FREQUENT FLYER

I love my job.

I love how my job allows me to travel the world, and meet all sorts of interesting people along the way. I love how my company pays me to fly first class, and I get to accumulate the frequent flyer points to redeem for my personal rendezvous. My company never questions my schedules, but applauds the deals I close. I have the biggest office in the whole building, and my tax returns exceed my secretary’s one year’s salary. In my organization, they call me GOD.

More than anything else in this world, what I love is the freedom that comes with being in a different city every month. As soon as I settle into the elegant spacious first class seat, the ladies in uniform would serve me anything I wish.  The minute they notice that I don’t wear a ring on my finger they would start flirting with me shamelessly. Dare I say, some of the best action I have ever come across was “on air”.

There is nothing more attractive to a woman than a man sitting in first class without a wedding band on his finger. This opens up all kinds of possibilities for both the man and the women who are willing. There are some women who just want to have fun. None are more impetuous than those who are going away for a girlie weekend. They don’t bother asking if I am married, single, divorced or widowed. And these are the very type of women I find most appealing - the ones who don’t ask, don’t care and I won’t ever see them again after one night.

Here, we are all consenting adults. There are no illusions.

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