You’ve probably heard of the mile high club. They even have their own website with lurid stories of “love” in the skies. I have done a lot of flying and I can’t say that I have ever seen anything like that but I guess it must be true. My main preoccupation on a long overnight flight is always getting some sleep so by the time I have had my gin and tonic and half a sleeping pill all I want to do is to find my ear plugs and eye mask. I honestly can’t even in my wildest dreams find anything romantic or sexy about spending 8 hours in a narrow metal tube hurtling through the skies – with only 32 inch seat pitch.
It seems however that there might be an intermediate mile high club – you could call it the mile high groping club. A friend recently told me that while travelling alone on an overnight flight to Cape Town the man sitting behind her started caressing her. She too had taken a pill to relieve her anxiety about the flight and her grief over a close family loss – the reason for her visit back to South Africa. In her semi-sleepy condition she actually thought how kind and compassionate the crew were to be so concerned for her and her wellbeing. Imagine her horror when she became fully awake to realise that the hand nudging her underwire belonged to a fellow passenger sitting behind her – next to his wife no less (who was asleep).
“What did you do?” I asked her, wide-eyed. Well she didn’t know what to do. Should she make a fuss? Would anyone believe her? It was the middle of the night and most of the passengers were asleep.
What would you have done?