routinely took her to court with crazy ploys to lessen his child support payments, and she lent a sympathetic ear to my situation. After that day I always tried to book myself on flights that left from her gate. She always let me board the plane while the ground crew was still cleaning the cabin. I liked to help by gathering the newspapers and other bulky trash and piling it all in one place for them, like in a forward seat next to the exit.
To be truthful, I wasn’t just being benevolent by helping them—people leave the most amazing things behind in their seats. Like last year I scored a portable DVD player along with all seven seasons of
MacGyver
. Lately it was almost all I had for entertainment, except for the books I pick up while helping the ground crew clean the cabin. But let me tell you, I have serious concerns about the state of today’s bestseller list. The last couple of books I read were epic period romances where the heroine gets raped a hundred times and then ends up all in love with the guy who totally treated her the crappiest. No, thank you.
So I’ve started being more picky about reading the books I find, which meant my amusement got restricted to
MacGyver
episodes and the WiFi signal outside the Flight Club lounges or on board the airplanes, because unaccompanied minors get free Internet if they ask for it. All the flight attendant has to do is give you her access code. But in-flight WiFi won’t let you stream video. So I’d use that time to complete my class assignments in order to keep my virtual high-school teachers from marking me truant, or whatever they do if you don’t complete your online assignments. I seriously have no idea what they do in that event.
All I know is that when Officer Ned Rockwell threatened to turn me in for truancy, I knew his threats were empty. I was current in my studies and had nothing to fear in that regard. I tried explaining it to him on our first flight together, but he got that glazed look older people get when you talk technology with them. I even had to show him how to download apps on his iPad so we could play
Neuroshima Hex!
together to pass the time.
In all, I’ve encountered Officer Rockwell three times. Law enforcement officers (or LEOs, as they are known on the departure reports) can board the plane before everybody else, the same as unaccompanied minors, and the gate agents like to sit them near each other. LEOs can also be part of the briefing process with the pilots and cabin crew if they choose, since often they are escorting prisoners and carrying firearms, like air marshals.
Air marshals, though, and I’m sure you know this, don’t alert anyone to their presence. I hear that rule got started because air marshals kept getting asked to intervene with petty disturbances, like when passengers bitch too loudly about not getting their meal choice—or, lately, any meal at all—and, you know, air marshals aren’t supposed to handle that; flight attendants are supposed to handle that.
But—and this is just my opinion—if air marshals don’t want to alert us to their presence, you should tell them to stop wearing Hawaiian shirts. Everyone knows that the universal “regular guy” uniform for air marshals is a Hawaiian shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes, even for the
female
ones. And they always order a cocktail, but don’t drink it. That is seriously common knowledge, and they aren’t fooling anyone. Just my two cents, which should be of some value—don’t you think?—considering what happened to the air marshal on today’s flight. But I digress.
LEOs also have a somewhat common look, too. For example, they usually wear Dockers and a polo shirt under a sports jacket they never remove, no matter how hot it gets in the plane. This is because of the gun they’re packing. So LEOs are easy to spot, too, but they aren’t supposed to be traveling incognito, so I have no criticism regarding their attire.
Officer Rockwell and I have often