Soon she stopped crying and then she was asleep. I don’t like being slept in. It makes creases. When she had been asleep for a while, the man came back in with a nightgown, and took me off her. He was pretty gentle. I’d heard stories of men ripping dresses, but he didn’t. He was upset that she wasn’t wearing anything under me, not even a slip, but he just sighed and went off for a minute. He came back with a bra and panties, though they didn’t match. I guess he hadn’t noticed that hers always matched, or maybe he didn’t think it was important. Then he put a coat around her and carried her out.
I didn’t get hung up until the next day. It was odd to spend so much time off a body but not hung up. She always hung me up right away.
Here’s a site with a great collection of American Airlines flight attendant uniforms since the 1940s. I swoon for these dresses:
They make me want to drink a tiny glass of iced tomato juice and kick back with a Skymall magazine. Maybe pick up a little something practical, like a minibar in the shape of a sepia globe.