aTypical Joe: a gay New Yorker living in the rural South
Friday, September 22, 2006
No air kissing allowed
On a redeye from San Francisco to New York the heterosexual couple in the seat directly in front of me had sexual relations. To completion. Traveling coach, they were too close for comfort. The flight attendants watched and giggled. They found it funny. I didn’t. I didn’t make a scene but I was darned angry.
It wasn’t American Airlines:
Shortly after takeoff, Varnier nodded off, leaning his head on Tsikhiseli. A stewardess came over to their row. “The purser wants you to stop that,” she said.
“I opened my eyes and was, like, ‘Stop what?’ “ Varnier recalled the other day.
“The touching and the kissing,” the stewardess said, before walking away.
Tsikhiseli and Varnier were taken aback. “He would rest his head on my shoulder or the other way around. We’d kiss-not kiss kiss, just mwah,â€Â� Tsikhiseli recalled, making a smacking sound.
In the row behind them were Leisner and Jackson. “They were like two lovebirds,” said Leisner, who is a classical guitarist. Frobes-Cross, a Columbia grad student who was sitting across the aisle, had overheard the stewardess’s decree, too. “First thing I catch is ‘You have to stop touching each other,’ “ he said. “And I’m, like, Whoa, that’s really weird.”
Leisner and Jackson, who were “astounded,” leaned forward to ask if they’d heard correctly.
Via Andrew Sullivan.
