I think I could do with a little air ... °2

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"We're getting off! We want our goddamned money back!" you yell atthem.

"No we don't," Stepek says, looking at you as ifyou are insane, "We're staying put and we want the drinks trolley put back onboard."

The flight staff tell you that there if either of you makejust one more noise they will have you removed from the plane as well.

"Wait, I have an idea," Stepek says to them,turning on the charm for effect. "Now, I would imagine that one of youladies would weigh a similar amount to one of those drinks trolleys down there."

"I beg your pardon?" the nearest stewardess saysto him.

"Two then," you butt in. "We could lose twoof you in exchange for the trolley, surely."

She turns away and begins helping a older woman put her baginto the overhead compartment. The others disappear back to wherever they camefrom. They have obviously decided that neither of you are worth the effort.

"Maybe there are some passengers with some duty free -we could give them hard currency for it." you say.

"Wait a minute," Stepek hisses into your ear, "Ihave another idea. Can you see Hutch yet?"

"You joking? He's always on at the last minute. Thereare still people finding their seats, he will no doubt still be in thedeparture lounge trying to appear suave."

"Hey!" Stepek shouts towards the neareststewardess. "If one of the passengers doesn't turn up, they will take hisbags off, right?"

"Usually." She has her eyes screwed up, because, quiterightly she doesn't trust him at all.

"And, so without that passenger and his bags we couldprobably have the drinks trolley put back on board."

She screws her eyes up further and slinks off back down theaisle.

"Right." Stepek digs deep into his pocket andfishes his cell out before hammering at it with his thumb. "Hutch! Whereare you man? Not even through security? Still out there eh? No, we are notonboard either. No, the flights been cancelled. No, it's not mentioned on theboards for some security thing... Yeah, ok, stay there, no matter if they startcalling your name. Yeah, we're in a spot of trouble but we'll meet you outsidethat food village place on the first floor. Yeah, screw the flight. Don't forgetto ignore them if they call your name out over the speakers, ok? Huh? Hang on asecond..." He switches the phone off.

You high-five each other and then decide to try and get someshut eye.  You both agree that it will nodoubt be another half hour before they give up on Hutch and remove his bagsfrom the plane, the delay as welcome as it was inevitable.

"Poor Hutch," you mumble as you begin to doze.