For the first time traveling alone in 15 years (or more), I really know how to knock it out of the park.
The Mister bought my ticket, returned to the car, and handed it to me. “There is no seat assignment.” Yes, it is general seating. You just sit wherever.
The little chillins were eager for me to get going because The Mister had promised them some time at the local amusement park, and there was cake at home to be eaten. I volunteered to sit in the airport alone rather than force my family to delay their happiness. It was a little sad to see how easily they cast me aside for the prospect of bumper cars and ice cream. Whatevs.
The time finally came to board. As I waited for the crowd to move its way down the aisle, I asked the flight attendant if I indeed sit wherever I want. She said yes. I indicated via thumb towards the cockpit and quipped, “But not in there.” She said, “Oh! Do you want to sit in there?” I said “Oh yeah!” and laughed as heartily is allowed in lady-like desert etiquette. She asked where I was from and then said, “I’ll ask the pilots if you can sit with them.” I held onto her arm and pleaded, “No, really! I was just joking! You don’t have to ask them.” To prove how much I had been joking, I made my way down the aisle and settled into a seat. As soon as the other passengers were seated, the flight attendant caught my eye and motioned me forward, “Come!”
And that, my friends, is how I managed to score a flight in the cockpit, sitting with the pilots for the entire flight – from take off to landing! I’m all suave, I tell you. I should travel alone more often!