Flying Plan.

An ex fireman with an interest in peanuts, takes a first class flight for the last time.

Seems strange being able to go the bar on a plane. Sitting in a comfy chair, with no elbows in my way, I ordered a vodka martini from Faith. 

"Are you travelling alone sir?" she asked, genuinely. That question was usually reserved for children or sick people. Kneeling beside me, she had all the bedside manner of a doctor or nurse. I had seen a few of them recently but none could make a vodka martini like her. I wanted to tell her about my final destination but that was too much information for a pretty girl to handle.