Yep, another airplane story, lol. More of a humourous one compared to the one I wrote earlier. This is the third thing (pd fic) I've written about airplanes tonight lmao.
Clarisse and Joseph were taking 'Genovia One' to Switzerland for the weekend in order to take a much-needed vacation. Joseph, as usual on long flights, was glued to his seat watching the in-flight movie with his wife in one arm and a bucket of popcorn in the other. Half way through the movie, Clarisse decided that she needed to use the toilet, so she carefully lifted his arm from around her shoulder and walked slowly towards the toilet. She found it hard to manoeuvre herself around in such a small area, but somehow managed to do what she had to do and flushed it away. She had a bit of trouble with the tap, for when she turned it on, it ricocheted off the bowl and completely soaked her outfit. Drawn by her screams of discomfort, Joseph asked her what was going on and if she was all right. She told him that her dress was soaked and asked if he could get her another one.
He was not fully satisfied with her reply, so he inquired further, "How on earth did you soak your dress in a tiny little cubical?"
"The tap came on really quickly and it soaked me!"
"How did the tap manage to soak you, were you standing under it?"
"No, I was trying to wash my hands and it missed and got my dress."
"How in the world did it manage to get on your dress?"
"It doesn't matter how it managed to get on my dress! Just fetch me another one please!"
He quickly looked through her suitcase and found a very nice looking dark purple one. He rushed it over to her and knocked on the door, "Clarisse?"
"Yes?"
"Is the purple one okay?"
"What does it look like?"
"Umm…a purple dress?"
"No, what style is it?"
"Umm…it's purple styled?"
She opened the door, "Oh just give it to me," then slammed it just as quick.
Joseph was about to sit back down when he heard her call for him again.
"What is it this time?"
"I can't get the zip up, I think it may be stuck."
She opened the door and he stood outside trying to pull the zip up. He didn't have any luck though because it was stuck very well. One of the waitresses walked past and gave Joseph a weird look because she wasn't used to seeing a man standing outside a cubical with his hands reaching inside it. Clarisse pulled him in and shut the door after a long struggle. It was very squishy in there and their bodies were practically pressed against each other. Joseph continued trying to get the zip working, but found that it seemed nearly impossible, "Clarisse, I can't get this zip up."
"Keep trying! Here, maybe it would be easier if I faced you."
"Alright…"
He laughed as he noticed how they could be making better use of their time in the cubicle, but Clarisse just gave him an evil glare and said, "No, we are not doing that in here!"
"Ohhhh!"
After the disappointment, Joseph tried forcefully pulling up the zip; he pulled it as hard as he could and it broke off, revealing her bare back. The force of the pull also caused the door to burst open and they fell to the floor, one on top of the other. Unfortunately for them, half of the staff were bringing in their meals and managed to see Joseph lying on the broken door with his half naked wife on top of him. Nothing was said, but they knew they were never going to let this one die down.
Clarisse, always knowing what to say in a crisis, got up, dusted herself off and said, "Whew, did anyone else eat anything unusual today?"
She then walked away leaving Joseph to deal with a proper explanation.
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