Here’s how the story begins:
It all started when I got out of my seat to go to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom, washed my hands, and returned to my seat.
A little while later the two stewardesses on the flight crossed each other in the aisle. They had a quick conversation that I was in earshot of. “I locked off the front lav. There’s something in the toilet that’s preventing it from flushing. Run some water and see if you can clear it.”
My face immediately turned red. The seat cover! I thought. It must have been too big to flush! I should have thrown it out! I was so embarrassed.
I tried to act normal … I took a sudden interest in the contents of the seat pocket in front of me, acted nonchalant and all. I watched as the stewardess got on her hands and knees in the lavatory and did unfathomable dirty work.
Sometime later, I decided it would be best if I forgot the whole thing happened, so I went to put on my headphones and drown myself in iPod music. But … no iPod. I panicked, checked my other pockets. Where was it? Not under the seat, not in the pockets, not … anywhere.
I looked up to the stewardesses. One of them had run past me in a decent clip. She was carrying a green handbook. She brought it to the other stewardess. They flipped through the handbook, read a page, then made a call. The other stewardess had retrieved a blue metal box and was removing some equipment from it.
I put two and two together. I knew what had happened.