GETTING FUCKED ON MY LAYOVER
I got married right out of high school, and always seemed to be looking for a way to expand the lens through which I viewed my small town life. As it turned out, when I was in my late-twenties, a major airline was hiring flight attendants to fly out of Atlanta, so I eagerly applied and shortly afterwards I was hired. I enjoyed my cross-country assignments, because whenever a crew worked multiple consecutive days, we’d get a one- or two-day layover before our next shift. This allowed me to enjoy new experiences in places outside of my small, suburban existence at home. About a year into my tenure with the airline, I was paired up with Tracy, who was a year older than me, and had already been a flight attendant for several years when …