November is NaNoWriMo
“Is Amelia, here?” I asked Anne at the front desk. “She asked me to meet her here.”
“You must be John,” she said, as she continued looking at her screen.
“Wait,” she said.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Amelia is not here. She is off in the field inspecting the avionics in one of the B737s, somewhere out there,” she vaguely pointed.
“Do you know when she will be back?” I asked.
“Maybe, maybe not” she responded absentmindedly.
“Do you like opera,” she asked after eons.
“What?” I asked in exasperation. What the devil is wrong with this woman?
“Are you seeing anyone?” she continued.
Before I could respond, the phone rang, and she was on the phone for a good ten minutes, talking secretive, absurd nothings. I was almost ready to give up and leave. What a strange group of people, I thought. How does Amelia manage to work with this weird bunch?
“How about Yanni?” asked the ridiculous woman interrupting my thoughts.
“What?” I asked stupidly. What does this have to do with Amelia I wondered?
“Can you let Amelia know, I was here? I will be at the Firehouse Grill,” I responded getting ready to walk out and leave this bizarre office.
I could hear strange sounds, as someone in the cubicle next to the front desk desperately controlled himself or herself.
“You must definitely like John Lennon. You seem the type,” continued the ridiculous woman.
“Yes, I like John Lennon.” I humored the woman.
This time, the person behind the cube, could not hold himself or herself any longer. I could hear unconstrained laughter. I walked around to see what the ruckus was, before Jane at the front desk could stop me.
Frank the assistant was doubled over laughing so uncontrollably that I was not sure what it was all about. Seeing me looking at him dumbfounded, Frank finally got his act together.
“Hi!” he said. “Amelia said you would come over at 11:30. Would you like to see how we prepare to return an aircraft to service?” he asked. “Amelia said you might,” before I could respond.
“Sure.” I said.
“Terrific, I am to bring you over so you can watch. It is pretty cool”.
As we walked over to the B737 undergoing checks, Frank made small talk. “Don’t mind Jane. She means well. She is just trying to figure out if your interests are similar to Amelia. You know she is a master matchmaker. She can’t stop herself.”
What? I thought. Yanni, Lennon, maybe Jane was not so stupid after all. I could forgive her if she was on my side. Was she?
“There, you are,” said Amelia. “We have been waiting for you. I thought you might like to see the process to return the aircraft to service. This is one of the first aircraft that has been scheduled to return to service.”
“Yes. I certainly would.” I said as Frank and I joined Amelia and Jack as they walked through the avionics checks.
It takes a full seven days to return an aircraft to service according to Amelia.
Although, what was foremost on my mind was whether I liked Yanni.