One of the minor notations in my life is that when I met my wife, I was dating a very pretty young lady (with whom I was quite happy) who had just gotten a job as an airline attendant. She obtained this job while I was working overseas, and in the back of my mind, I was looking forward to engaging in A, B and C acts with her while she had at least part of her stewardess outfit on. As it turned out, I had to choose and, obviously, decided to pursue the nice woman who is my wife. Consequently, no stories involving the Mile High Club or "action-packed" 3 day layovers.

Another one I've had in real life- and a happy memory it is!

Well, something is in its up-right postion.