Jimmy Johnson fastened his seat belt in compliance to what the ridiculously beautiful air hostess was suggesting from her gesticulations.
He watched her going through the whole act he'd seen a million times. Why on earth was she doing this job. It had to have been hard for her to do this thing all year round, in front of a bunch of travelers every day. The man sitting beside him, a beefy, sandy haired, six footer looked like someone that had strangled a woman at some point in his life. His hands looked like strangling was all they were good for and he seemed to enjoy the fact that the girl was putting on a show just for him.
The pilot said something about a pleasurable flight and him being responsible for it and the plane began to taxi down the runway. They were in the air in ten minutes.
As the aircraft gained altitude, Jimmy undid the seatbelt buckle. He liked to think it made him look cool. Anything that looked like freedom was cool but really he always believed that if there was to be a plane crash, he could find a way and hop out before it hit the earth. It was a silly idea and everybody had told him it would never work but he still believed he could do it. He had to believe something. It wouldn't do to have no game plan if things went south, not when it was happening over thirty thousand feet above the sea. Any way they would soon be in Lagos and this night mare would be over, flying made him uneasy.
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