He knew that episode of the Twilight Zone. The one with the man on the airplane wing. But this was different. This was reality. Or so the guy in 4A thought.
He rubbed his eyes.
Looked like a maintenance guy out there. A stuck one.
Should he say something? They still had time before takeoff.
He could be wrong though. He swallowed a few things earlier and then washed them down with a few other things. None of them particularly legal.
Mister 4A eased back into his seat. Someone else will handle it.
He had no interest in getting involved.
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