Plane Vanilla

David was in a bind. The issue was fucking logistics.

He thought of the toilet he'd just returned from and grimaced. A redeye budget airline toilet. God, no.

Then Sue discovered the armrest between their seats moved. That might work. The lights would be dimmed soon, yeah? David asked the steward for an extra blanket.

All systems go. Full steam ahead. Fucking logistics fucking settled. Yeah, baby!

Later, as David, clutching his crotch, was wheeled off the plane on a stretcher, the steward rolled his eyes. These morons were all the same - they never factored turbulence into their planning.