2001-06-20 :: 2:57 p.m.

Blip. Blip. Blip.

This is your pilot speaking.

It's 2:57 pm, Eastern Standard Time. We're cruising at an altitude of 30,000 feet and climbing. Clear skies, 80 degrees and sunny, our estimated time of arrival is now.

If you look out the left side of the aircraft, you'll see the right side of the aircraft.

Thanks for flying with Sundaygirl, My Boy. I'll get you where you want to go, but I'm not making any promises we won't take a wrong turn somewhere along the line. Scenic routes are the best, though.

Now where's the damn drink cart?

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