Mo had a good time in Chinatown. She was bouncing around in the cab back to the airport, “Time to retire that miniskirt, sweets. You are done.
"I'm wearing Cargo pants, Mo."
Mo responds, "Exactly. Exactly."
Whatevers. I had a great time and was ready to kill that screenplay.
Within the hour we were on our flight back to Kauai. Mo, a pessimistic passenger, who sees no point in paying attention to the flight attendants pre-flight safety lectures
"Blanket and a pinot noir sounds tasty."
"You should listen to her. Exit doors are not in the same place on every airliner, Mo. Seriously, people are lulled into a false sense of security because air travel has become so safe that they think any danger is remote. Accidents happen, it's best to be prepared."
"You sound like a P.S.A." Mo put her head on my shoulder, "I booked us for Zip-Lining in Princeville tomorrow."
"Fears will be conquered." I said. Specifically, my fear of heights.
I read Scar Tissue, the Anthony Kiedis book, for the rest of the flight.
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