During my brief layover in Detroit I was perusing the magazine shops looking for a camera magazine. As I did, I couldn't help but notice Playboy and a few other adult magazines gracing the top shelf of one of the racks.
Seeing Playboy up there got me thinking. I guess there are some hotels for the airport and the flight, and some for the hotel afterwards. I can just imagine the look on your fellow passengers' faces when you whip out Playboy. In the very least you'll get a visit from the flight staff educating you on the error of your ways.
Still, I guess there is one use for the Playboy on the flight. You've undoubtedly heard of the mile high club. For those of you neophytes to the sexual vernacular, entrance to the mile high club requires one to have sex on an airplane in flight.
Membership to the club may not be so easy to obtain. Unless you are traveling with your spouse or significant other, your chances probably rest on convincing a stranger to go to the bathroom with you for a quick tryst. While the James Bond's of the world probably have no problem finding a willing partner, for a lot of guys, that is simply not a viable option.
Perhaps some might instead opt to join the much less prestigious mile high solo club. Armed with the newly purchased Playboy, the potential applicant can go it alone, preferably in the restroom. It may not be so thrilling as the mile high club, and he certainly isn't going to get a lot of points from his buddies when he brags about cranking off in the restroom john, but dammit, at least it might help him fall asleep on the rest of the flight.
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