When describing my seat on the airplane, my co-workers commented that I hit the jackpot.
And to some degree, I suppose that’s true. I had a window seat and an extremely cute chick in a tennis skirt sat next to me. She was hard not to look at. But… she was, at most, 18 and was with her Dad. They were checking out colleges in New England.
The age and trip purpose really made her seem less like a tennis vixen and more like a little sister.