While I have already mastered the art of keeping my cookies until the plane lands and I'm out of sight of all the boys (http://aufderheideflying.blogspot.com/2011/05/alligators-airplanes-oh-my.html), my colleague, Alex is not quite so skilled...
Last Friday, Heath took Alex Flying in little Rocky Red. (Heath's two-seater Citabria that he loves almost as much as his momma) Now, this was not Alex's first time in a plane. He has flown in a plane with his crop duster cousin a few times and has rode with Cupcake in Roxy Red once before. Unfortunately, last Friday all the forces of nature were against him.
It was incredibly hot and uncomfortably bumpy, not a good combo for a small aircraft. They had flown over the river and were headed to go look for gators around Lodges Corner when he began feeling slightly queasy. Perhaps it was the altitude or quite possibly the two cans of Beenie Weenies he had eaten for lunch; either way, his little tummy was beginning to reject it all.
Now Cupcake loves this little plane more than most his women and just in case there is ever a chance of someone getting sick in his baby (and he's had a few close calls) he's outfitted his aircraft with puke sacks. (or "Convenience Bags") They sit in the back pocket of the pilot's seat, right in front of the passenger's face for easy grab convenience... Alex didn't have time to warn Cupcake of his upcoming upchuck, he just yanked the sack out of the pocket and ripped it open. Problem is, when he frantically ripped it open, he accidentally (and unknowingly) ripped the bottom part of the sack. Too late...
Well, I imagine you know what happened next... I'll try to spare you the graphic details, but when Alex lifted the sack up to his face most of his projectile landed in his lap. It all went straight through the little puke bag and onto his pants. Cupcake made a beeline for the airport and Alex tried to sit there as still as possible; praying that no more of his "fluids" spilled into the floor.
Once on the ground Junior apologized profusely and promised to clean ever inch of the the plane. Cupcake wasn't mad but did say he was going to have to tell everyone at the airport for his punishment. So Alex showered, put on a new change of clothes, and got out his professional car cleaning kit. (Alex is somewhat obsessive compulsive about the cleanliness of his car and owns every product Armoral ever invented.) He cleaned ol' Roxy Red inside and out and had her shining like the star that she is. Cupcake, although somewhat grossed out, was pleased with Alex's work and glad Roxy was clean (and smell free) again!
Alex's adventure has been the tale around the flying service these past few days. The guys all joke in good fun. Most of them have one story or another about themselves or someone they know tossing their cookies so that usually leads to hilarious conversations. And Alex, well, he just brushes it off and blames it on the conditions... All in all, he now has a new nickname out of the ordeal...besides Junior, he is now... Upchuck Alex!
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