All I Wanted Was a Drink
With her oversized pocketbook in hand, Aggie held it in front of her, tryingnot to bop anyone upside the head. She followed closely behind Betty, inchingtheir way down the aisle of the airplane.“Remind me again why we’re not seated in first class?” Betty asked,plopping down in the assigned seat matching the number and letter combinationon her ticket.“We booked late, dear,” Aggie sighed, sitting down next to her friend of twenty plus years.Getting up with her knees bent and stooping so as not to hit her head,Betty straightened her purple pantsuit and gasped, “Would you look at that?”Aggie followed her gaze to the couple seated across the aisle that wasglued together at the lips. The silver haired man, seated next to the window, wasprobably in his late fifties and the blonde woman, whose back was to them, moreor less teetered on the brink of adulthood.“He’s having an affair,” Aggie said matter-a-factly, pulling her seatbeltacross the top of her black and white checkered skirt, fastening it.“What?” Betty whispered. “How do you know?”Aggie grinned. “Look at his hands.”“Yeah, I see them,” Betty said. “He’s groping her back, and every other part of her body with them.”“No ring.” Aggie grabbed the Sky Mall magazine from the pocket on theback of the seat in front of her and flipped it open.Betty squinted to get a better look at the roaming hands.