Bobbie Jo wouldn’t know class if it crawled into her knockoff Prada and went home with her.
Mandy shook her perfectly poised platinum bob and made a “tsk” sound. She would have to speak to someone about the lax staff, letting someone of that caliber into the country club. Anyone who lacks such decorum should hardly be allowed past the front door step!
I mean, really! she thought, haughtily. What next?
She turned, picked up her real Prada and stormed elegantly out of the venue. After all, she had a plane to catch.
She arrived at the airport, and directed her driver to the private hangars. She was looking forward to travelling on her own jet, and not having to deal with the nuisance of other passengers.
I mean, really! she thought, haughtily, When one had a financial position such as she, why not?
She primly collected her overnight bag and business suit, resting on its hanger in a sleek protective bag, and handed them to the steward.
Her stiletto heels clinked on the metal steps as she climbed into the small, but perfectly formed Learjet.
She clipped her seatbelt loosely around her hips, sighed contentedly and leaned back in her seat. Mandy pressed the service button. She deserved a champagne.
The steward brought her a delicate glass of Moët and Chandon. She took a sip and analysed the fine little bubbles, softly popping as they reached the top of the chilled glass. She realised the steward was still standing there.
I mean, really! she thought haughtily. Wanting a tip already?
“Uh, ma’am?” the steward began, nervously. “Um..well..”
“Yes?” she probed, becoming irritated.
“Well, ma’am, I just need to let you know, there’s been a slight change in the plans for our flight.”
Mandy sat straight up in her seat.
“What? What change?” she snapped. She could not be late for this meeting!
The steward continued, “Our regular pilot, Captain Blake, has fallen ill, so I’ve been advised to let you know, there will be a replacement filling in for him.”
“Oh, fine. No problem,” Mandy said, relieved. Why was this idiot even bothering her with such details? she wondered. I mean, really! She didn’t need to know such trivial matters.
“Anyway, Captain Beaumont just wanted me to let you know,” the steward continued, before wandering off down the aisle.
Beaumont? Captain Beaumont? Mandy thought hard. Why was that name so familiar?
As the pieces fell into place, Mandy was horrified as Captain Bobbie Jo Beaumont, entered the cabin, waggling her fingers at her, and giving her a knowing grin…
By Sarah ©2018
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday: July 6th, 2018 and Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Double Take, 7 July 2018. Words: hangar/hanger and lax/lacks