The plane was not new. It was the oldest plane Lizzie had ever
seen. The cabin crew were not new either. They were the oldest cabin crew
Lizzie had ever seen. They were two women who were the most overweight people
Lizzie had actually ever seen in a plane. She wondered how they were going to
move up and down the aisles with ease. They were like two mothers, waddling
along and calling everybody 'Hon'. One of them called Lizzie 'Hon' and she
started to cry. She was frightened of flying, she felt sick and her head was
spinning. She wanted somebody to take her in their arms and tell
her that everything would be all right. She knew that the doctor had been
right, that she should not fly with concussion. Her head would probably explode
at take-off.
It did not explode at take-off but Lizzie felt worse. The one flight attendant who had called her 'Hon' came and offered her some nuts but Lizzie
could not speak by this time and the woman asked, 'Are you OK, Hon?'
Lizzie said, 'No,' so the flight attendant said, 'You come to the back with
me, just come and sit down, you'll be all right,' so Lizzie went and sat at the
back, where they were getting all the nuts and drinks out of the cupboards and
the attendant made her sit down on the cabin crew's seat and said, 'Now, I think
you need a beer, you'll be all right once you've had a beer,' and poured her
one, and Lizzie said, 'I am scared of flying.'
'No need, Hon,' said the flight attendant. 'My name's Maddie. I been flyin
with this airline since 1959. I'm still goin.'
