(Originally written for the Wednesday100 topic "Firsts", which came up during the summer right after Lana had gone to Paris to study Art. My husband, alas, informs me that this is impossible.)
"It's my first time in an airplane!" Lana confided, nodding and wrinkling her nose cutely. The tired-looking businessman seemed unimpressed. He stretched out his legs (they were in the Emergency-Exit row), covered his face with a handkerchief, and fell asleep.
"How French!" Lana thought, and resumed studying the Emergency Procedures card. She wanted to make sure she could perform her duties as Person Seated Closest to the Emergency Exit, should the dreadful occasion arise.
Unfortunately, Lana absent-mindedly followed all the steps for real. Upon opening the emergency door, she was sucked from the plane and plummeted into the Atlantic.
Darn.