Janet B., flight attendant for EastCentral Airlines, was

on the shuttle from New York to MPLS/STPAUL. She was medium height, light

brown hair, 26 years old and to everyone's judgment, STACKED! All the

pilots had been trying to get in her pants for years. Finally word got

out she wasn't interested. Some labelled her a lesbo and several dyke

stews made their pitches, also to be coolly but politely ignored.

 

As she was finishing up serving the dinners on the crowded flight, she

took a break with a girlfriend in the galley, sipping a coffee. Angela,

a married 35 yr-old with children, didn't ask her if she had plans for

the layover. She always in the past got a circumspect answer that was

intended to let her know it was none of her business. But she liked Janet

and had worked with her off and on for a couple of years, sharing the same

routes, and wondered what she had going. For one thing, she always had

money, and she once suspected she got a big divorce settlement, which she

found was not the case. Some stews did some hooking on the side or were

semi party girls, but she didn't seem the type. She didn't live in MPLS

and didn't seem to mind layovers in a motel. She asked her once if she'd

like to come to her house for dinner on a layover, and Janet said she

appreciated the offer but usually had premade plans she couldn't break.

In the airline business, people usually screwed their fellow workers as

in a travelling circus. Yet Angela didn't know anybody in the airline who

had ever gone out with her.