Layover
This story takes place in Boston, on a cold,rainy, October night.We just got to our layover hotel in Boston after a fairly long, bumpy flight from L.A. The Captain, First Officer and myself went down to the hotel bar for a bite ti eat and a night cap. The other 4 flight attendants decided to go to bed. It was about 9:00p. After a light dinner and a few drinks the pilots decided to call it a night.Across the dimmly lit bar, I noticed what appeard to be a customer who looked liked the handsome...