Michael Chin is flying home for his 25th high-school reunion, it has been a long time since he left his native land for a new life in the Silicon Valley. He is looking forward to seeing one or two of his old flames, his school buddies, looking forward in anticipation of making new connections.
High above the Pacific winging its way to Hong Kong we find Michael Chin on his way home. To while away the time (it is after all, a long flight to the Orient, some 14 hours) he pulls out a book of crossword puzzles and starts working one. A rather attractive, well healed woman in her late forties, decked out and dressed to the nines, sits in the seat next to him.
Earlier he had caught a small whiff of her perfume and had stolen a quick glance at her round breasts out of the corner of his eye. Shades of Mrs. Robinson (The Graduate) he thinks to himself, which was a reference to a movie he had long ago rented that was described to him as a classic. Sitting in close proximity to such a thing of beauty, makes him somewhat uneasy and a tad bit nervous.
After a short-while she strikes up a conversation with him and asks him if he works a lot of word games. He replies to her question, “Yes, quite a few. They are nice to have on a long flight.”
She then says, “I used to try and work them, but have never finished one in my life.” He smiles politely, and then says, “This one is proving to be rather challenging. I am kind of stumped.”
Shifting her position in the seat, in order to get a better look at what he was working on, they begin to work on the puzzle together. Her skirt rides up a little bit and the top of her hose clearly shows. Things are starting to look pretty good for Michael Chin in more ways than one.
She leans over in the seat, takes his arm and leans into him and inquires, “What is the problem?” Michael says “I am somewhat stumped, a four letter word for a woman ending in u-n-t.” Then Mrs. Robinson says to him, “Oh, that is easy, it is … aunt … she then slowly spells it out for him … A-U-N-T. That is the word.” Michael looks at her and says, “Do you have an eraser that I might borrow?”
Perhaps this would be a good time to talk about something else?
I just read an article where Hong Kong Airlines announced it is requiring its flight attendants to learn Wing-Chug a form of Kung Fu, to subdue unruly passengers. “In the event you have too many cocktails, they are instructed to slap your sorry butt back into your seat and immediately end your Barry Manilow karaoke session in business class.”
No word from Michael or the Reunion Committee as of present, we will let you know if we hear anything.
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