Beer and Red Lights
"Sir."
"If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights."
"Sir?"
"You are better than my old boyfriend."
"Sir?!"
Josh Lyman looked up with a start, "Sorry?"
The flight attendant smiled wanly, "I was asking if I could get you anything?"
"What?" Josh asked blankly. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt stupid, but he didn't have enough room in his thoughts to care.
"Can I get you anything, a water, a soft drink, a beer?"
"A...a beer?"
"...and on the way he stopped and met some friends of his for a beer..."
"You'd like a beer, sir?"
"Joshua, Josh, Josh."
"What kind of beer can I get for you, Mr. Lyman?"
"He stopped on the way to the hospital for a beer?"
"No, no beer. No I..."
"If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for a beer."
"Mr. Lyman, are you alright?"
"If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for a beer."
"Yeah...I'm...well no but..."
"I'm going to bring you a bottle of water, sir."
"No, no I'm fine. I don't need anything."
"Really sir, it's a long flight, you don't want to get dehydrated. I'll just get you a bottle of water. And if you want a beer..."
"No beer..."
"Okay, can I get you something to eat?"
"Honestly, I think I would choke if I tried to eat."
The flight attendant smiled, "I just bring you the water."
Josh rested his head back against his seat. He had to get a hold of himself.
"If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights. Thanks for taking me back. Oh, and the flowers are beautiful."