“You know that never happened, right?” Jesse Cisneros had just tried to pawn this dustiest of chestnuts off as his own inflight triumph to the juicy young new hire they were working with, and Tanner Bradac, Jesse’s best friend and favorite flying partner, was having none of it.
The new hire chuckled. “You mean it’s like an urban legend?”
“Oh no,” Tanner clarified. “That whole ‘queen’ thing is a true story. I just mean Jesse hasn’t ever had ‘slender hips.’”
The new hire laughed and Jesse stuck out his tongue to establish that he was unimpressed by Tanner’s teasing. “f**k you, Tanner.”
“You guys, my mom was a flight attendant for Eastern,” the young pup, whose name was Clark, said between chuckles. “That joke’s at least as old as her day.”
“As old as her day?” Tanner mimicked. “The Wrig
