SLICE OF LIFE:
Back in the late 1960s and the early 1970s flying cross-country was much more fun than it is today.
It was about a six-hour non-stop flight. Smoking was allowed,
Drinks and food were served by beautiful sexually dressed, flirtatious stewardesses.
Late one night I flew from LAX (Los Angeles) to JFK (New York) for a court appearance.
With me were a Business Associate (B/A) and our Lawyer.
We were due in court about two hours after our scheduled arrival time.
As soon as we were in the air, the drinks were served.
One of the stewardess (Nancy) invited the three of us to a little lounge section at the rear of the airplane.
My Lawyer refused saying he needed the sleep. My B/A and I went with her.

My B/A and I sat across from each other at a tiny table in a booth that would barely hold four people.
Stewardess Nancy handed me a deck of cards and a small box of toothpicks.
She explained that gambling for money wasn't allowed, so we should use the toothpicks.

My B/A and I started playing our version of 2 player poker. He dealt first.
After several hands. Nancy squeezed in beside me, grabbed about half of my toothpicks and said "deal me in."
The game continued.

About two hours later I decided I better get some sleep.
I excused myself and left the two of them sitting there.
About ten minutes later my B/A returned to his assigned seat and also went to sleep.

In the morning as we were approaching JFK the other stewardess came to me and whispered
"You should learn what IFBF means, Nancy planned on teaching you."

I learned later from an ex-stewardess IFBF means In Flight Boy Friend.
It seems I missed an opportunity to join the mile high club.

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