Coffee, Tea or Me? [antikvár]

COFFEE, TEA OR ME? Rachel and I thmk alike. That's both a blessing and a curse. You'd never know it by looking at us. Rachel is a tall, rangy blonde with a wide-open face, brown eyes and a breezy personality. She's a go-getter, the one in the crowd who's always ready with the prod for action. I'm a couple of inches shorter than Rachel. My eyes are black, my hair a dark brown and I was first in line at the dimple factory. I also smile a lot, even when the news is bad. We met at stewardess school, roomed together and immediately felt that rare and wonderful rapport that lights up when two people get along beautifully. We fly together, live together, hold each other's hands through blighted romances, tell each other of new-found loves, laugh together at today's mad, mod world and, from time to time, get in trouble together. In many ways, aU stewardesses have a common bond. Rachel and I were both from small towns and anxious to take a fling at the big, bad world. That's true of most girls flying today. Stewardessing is the ideal job for girls looking to travel and see other places, make many new and varied friends, feel at home in hundreds of strange cities and get paid for these things to boot. Yes, it is true that a stewardess is a built-in baby sitter, flying waitress and congenial hostess, no matter what troubles befall her. The troubles can be endless: a mix-up on meals, a shortage of liquor, engine difiiculties, other mechanical quirks, male pinchers, female whiners, vomiting children, two-timing stewardesses who steal your man and, once in awhile, a plane that takes a good friend to a fiery death. But we accept all this. The bitter with the sweet, and there's so much that is sweet about being an airline stewardess. Our lives are different. Airline crews are a close group of people. We work together. We live together. Airline crews stay at the same hotels and layovers. But that doesn't mean it's sex, sex, sex all the time. It can be if 3