Our occupation is called "Flight Crew", we call ourselves "pilots", we joke ourselves as "flyboys", and we do have our "ranks": "junior first officer, first officer, senior first officer, captain." No matter what our job is called and what rank we have, sometimes we're just boys being boys.
We work with girls, some young, some old, most are attractive for whatever age they are, and yes, they know how to look good no matter what. We love being around them, some of us do try and get too far with them, but for almost all of us, sometimes we look elsewhere.
Some people don't understand why. Some think we're just perverts outside our job. Sometimes, we like looking at something else. Apart from the flight attendants, we get LOTS of passengers, and there's bound to be a pretty one on a full flight.
When not late, and the weather's simple and the aircraft load is simple, we can rest while the passengers are boarding. There's one thing we like from airports that don't have airbridges, that is we can look at who's boarding our plane. On days flying with younger colleagues, we enjoy watching the passengers board from our cockpit windows and make comments on the passengers, and who can pick out the pretty girl first. It's always best when you have a fun cabin crew set aswell who understand us.
Today, our F/A 1 is a mother of two children, in her late thirties, and is an absolutely charming lady, or girl (I can't decide). We are good friends, I knew her from before we ended up in the same airline, and the first officers absolutely adore her. It's an easy day so she would be in the cockpit a lot and chat with us (did I mention the good coffee?). Just after we landed she was in the flight deck joining the cloud of smoke. She was talking about young good looking female passengers, she was trying to get the first officer to cheer up because he had just broken up with his girlfriend. We decided that if there were any pretty girls boarding the flight, we'd invite her to the flight deck during cruise. It's a nice way to break the repetitiveness of our job, without breaking the rules.
Boarding time came and we were on the lookout. Our F/A 1 was on her post, by the door to greet the passengers. The usual sorts of passengers were there. The family with 4 kids trying to carry 6 large bags into the cabin with the parents struggling to keep the kids within reach. The endless numbers of businessmen, or the old grandad on his first ever flight. An angel caught our eyes, the first officer spotted him first. She was tall, walks as if she was hovering above the ground, tight-ish clothes, but doesn't look too cheap.
"Whaddya think?" I asked my friend.
"Ooh, that's do-able!"
I kept looking as she was walking up the stairs until I could see no more, then I asked my friend again.
"You sure?"
"Yes please!"
I waited for a moment and then flipped the fasten seat belt sign on and off quickly. Twenty seconds later, the F/A 1 went into the flight deck.
"The girl with the tight pink top?"
The first officer nodded.
"She's on 5D, do you want me to invite her in after take off?"
I asked my friend, "Whose leg is it now? Yours or mine?"
"Mine."
"Bring her here after take off," I told the F/A 1.
After we took off and not long after the seat belt signs were switched off, there was a knock on the cockpit door. The F/A 1 brought her in, and we welcomed the passenger. The F/A 1 then brought us coffee and tea. It was going to be a 2 hour flight, at least we got a guest to keep us entertained.
She turned out to be a student who was flying to Jakarta to attend an interview to become a flight attendant at our airline. This was only her 3rd flight she has ever taken in her life. She was quite chatty to the first officer, I kept quiet most of the time. My friend needs a distraction from heartbreak. Towards the end of the flight, the first officer asked if she should go back to her seat or not. I asked her if she got her interview invitation letter in her seat she should show me and she'd get a jumpseat landing. She's a nice enough girl and I thought it would be good that she should know what goes on in front so she could talk a bit more in her interview.
At the end of the flight, I wrote a comment on her letter and signed it. 1 happy passenger, a happy future crew member, but most importantly for that flight, 1 happy co-pilot!
We work with girls, some young, some old, most are attractive for whatever age they are, and yes, they know how to look good no matter what. We love being around them, some of us do try and get too far with them, but for almost all of us, sometimes we look elsewhere.
Some people don't understand why. Some think we're just perverts outside our job. Sometimes, we like looking at something else. Apart from the flight attendants, we get LOTS of passengers, and there's bound to be a pretty one on a full flight.
When not late, and the weather's simple and the aircraft load is simple, we can rest while the passengers are boarding. There's one thing we like from airports that don't have airbridges, that is we can look at who's boarding our plane. On days flying with younger colleagues, we enjoy watching the passengers board from our cockpit windows and make comments on the passengers, and who can pick out the pretty girl first. It's always best when you have a fun cabin crew set aswell who understand us.
Today, our F/A 1 is a mother of two children, in her late thirties, and is an absolutely charming lady, or girl (I can't decide). We are good friends, I knew her from before we ended up in the same airline, and the first officers absolutely adore her. It's an easy day so she would be in the cockpit a lot and chat with us (did I mention the good coffee?). Just after we landed she was in the flight deck joining the cloud of smoke. She was talking about young good looking female passengers, she was trying to get the first officer to cheer up because he had just broken up with his girlfriend. We decided that if there were any pretty girls boarding the flight, we'd invite her to the flight deck during cruise. It's a nice way to break the repetitiveness of our job, without breaking the rules.
Boarding time came and we were on the lookout. Our F/A 1 was on her post, by the door to greet the passengers. The usual sorts of passengers were there. The family with 4 kids trying to carry 6 large bags into the cabin with the parents struggling to keep the kids within reach. The endless numbers of businessmen, or the old grandad on his first ever flight. An angel caught our eyes, the first officer spotted him first. She was tall, walks as if she was hovering above the ground, tight-ish clothes, but doesn't look too cheap.
"Whaddya think?" I asked my friend.
"Ooh, that's do-able!"
I kept looking as she was walking up the stairs until I could see no more, then I asked my friend again.
"You sure?"
"Yes please!"
I waited for a moment and then flipped the fasten seat belt sign on and off quickly. Twenty seconds later, the F/A 1 went into the flight deck.
"The girl with the tight pink top?"
The first officer nodded.
"She's on 5D, do you want me to invite her in after take off?"
I asked my friend, "Whose leg is it now? Yours or mine?"
"Mine."
"Bring her here after take off," I told the F/A 1.
After we took off and not long after the seat belt signs were switched off, there was a knock on the cockpit door. The F/A 1 brought her in, and we welcomed the passenger. The F/A 1 then brought us coffee and tea. It was going to be a 2 hour flight, at least we got a guest to keep us entertained.
She turned out to be a student who was flying to Jakarta to attend an interview to become a flight attendant at our airline. This was only her 3rd flight she has ever taken in her life. She was quite chatty to the first officer, I kept quiet most of the time. My friend needs a distraction from heartbreak. Towards the end of the flight, the first officer asked if she should go back to her seat or not. I asked her if she got her interview invitation letter in her seat she should show me and she'd get a jumpseat landing. She's a nice enough girl and I thought it would be good that she should know what goes on in front so she could talk a bit more in her interview.
At the end of the flight, I wrote a comment on her letter and signed it. 1 happy passenger, a happy future crew member, but most importantly for that flight, 1 happy co-pilot!
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