I boarded the plane home with the intention of finishing the book I started on the flight out. Within seconds of taking my seat next to the window, the flight attendant threw me a drink coupon, “Have a drink on us.”
A few hours later, I was. A couple minutes after that, another drink coupon came swooping into my seating area, “Have another on us,” the flight attendant told me. I read my book, drank my wine, he approached again, and handed me another bottle of wine and a cup of water.
The gentleman in the aisle seat was beside himself, “Do you know him?” “No, but I’m getting to know him,” I replied as I shuffled my stuff around. He stood up and I asked if he was heading to the toilet. “No, but I figured you would need to after drinking all that wine.” He was right, I’d had copious amounts of wine and was due for a V.I.Pee.
Just before I entered the lavatory, the flight attendant advised me, “I may have to cut you off.” “Oh, no, I’m quite fine.” He agreed and, once I returned to my seat, brought me one last bottle of wine. The gentleman in the aisle seat was quite impressed and I was quite buzzed. In my opinion, it was a win-win(e) for everyone.