Flight

Flight By Nick

    The sign that read, “Flight Lessons Here!” started it all. All it was; was a cold, cloudy, “stay at home and watch a movie” kind of day. Finally, I convinced my uncle to pull in. I was shocked, because the airport was just a hick airport with one building (shack). Yet, when we talked to the man at the counter, who looked about their mid-50’s, they were booked tight.

    A beam of frustration ran through me. I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom, and cried. Cried like a baby who didn’t get its bottle. My uncle came in, and within 5 minutes, I was presentable to the public. So he hugged me and whispered, “We’ll try next time…”

    We walked out and the desk worker called out, “don’t go!’” we both just glared, “I haves some good news...” Still pretty upset, I reluctantly walked over and crabbed, “What!?!?” The man stared at me for a second and continued, “Well, you guys are lucky, the 1 o’clock jst cancelled.” I smiled, and sigh of relief ran by me. My dark, cloudy day had just been turned around in a heartbeat. And still today, I believe it was a true merical.

    Unfortunately, it was only noon so we headed to the downtown area to get some lunch. We had stopped at a 50’s diner and the food was nothing short of pure crap. But I didn’t eat anyway, I was overly excited. The felling made me feel like a kid in a candy shop. Finally, it seemed like hours, we pulled into the airport.

    When my uncle and I pulled into the terminal the man was gathering his equipment. In a hefty, stern voice, “Names Roger. Yours?” I shyly replied, “Nick.” My uncle nudged me and I spat out, “Sir.” He quickly replies, “Cut the ‘sir’ crap, Nick.” Roger is a really sarcastic person, in ways…

      We walked to the plane, a bucket-of-bolts, that still had a cigarette tray. The plane’s engine roared, and we were off. All we did was just fly, no stereotypical loopty-loops. An hour has passed and Roger looks at me and says, “I’m gonna let you land…” I just sat there with my jaw open, “shut your mouth son! You’ll catch a fly.”

    I reluctantly but cheerfully said, “Ok! How?” Apparently passed the “confidence test”. So we landed… no injuries.  My uncle said he’d pay (thank god) and that’s a pretty generous giving a $150 gift. That’s the story of my flight lesson.  Oh did I mention Roger is 91?