“Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce."

@the5footpilot

Angela Chowdary/40/Divorced mom to adult son/Captain for American Airlines/Montana native/Tiny Pansexual

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how's the weather down there? :]

Haha, verrry funny!

@athenaelizabeth: Working a game that's against your home team is the biggest inner conflict possible. I want to root for the Rangers, but the Penguins have my heart and soul. #conflicted

@CaptainAngela: Oof, yeah. I once had an awesome passenger on one of my flights. Turns out he's on the Rams. I'm a Seahawks fan.

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Sitting in the small diner, Clarke looked up at the person sitting across from her with a sigh. “Alright yes, I completely understand that it’s freezing outside and all, and I’m wearing almost three layers of clothing. But I’ll be darned if I don’t have eggnog ice cream during the holiday months.” The blonde said, taking another spoonful of the frozen treat. The thief didn’t have many vices, but ice cream was definitely one. “But onto another, more interesting topic. What’ve you been up to lately?”

“I’m freezing my butt off too,” said Angela, “And I’m originally from a cold, dry place. Though, according to my flight schedule, I’m spending Christmas in Aruba. I’ve just been chilling between days I’m up in the air. I’ve mostly been flying to places like Florida and Houston and Atlanta. It’s the quiet season for airlines.”

Aspen shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean I liked the newest Star Wars films. I know a lot of people didn’t like The Force Awakens cause it supposedly was a copy of A New Hope, and then The Last Jedi was too different for them...but then again I also liked the prequels so maybe I’m just weird.” The blonde took a sip from her drink. “And I’m debating on when to show Hadley the movies. Is 8 too young or is that old enough?”

“The original trilogy is a classic. It’s my favorite of the three trilogies. Prequel trilogy is good too, as is Sequel. Well, my son was 7 when “Revenge of the Sith” came out, but I didn’t think it was suitable for him at the time. But he was 17, soon to be 18, when “The Force Awakens” came out, so of course I took him to see it. I would probably hold off until like 10 or 11, which is what I did with my son.”

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“What is this cuffing season they’re talking about? Maybe my son knows,” asked Angela, puzzled, “Oh yeah, you see some weird shit on the subway.”

“After a thorough investigation, I discovered that it is the season in which people typically find someone to declare their relationship status with. Typically to do fall and winter festivities together.” Ty shrugged at her, his expression dull. “I don’t understand the appeal. I don’t really want to share my bed with anyone.”

“When I first heard about cuffing season, I thought it was some kinky shit that involved handcuffs. Now I know what it is. And I don’t get it. After my last breakup, although it was 5 years ago, being in a relationship doesn’t really appeal to me, especially with my job. I’m pretty much married to my job at this point,” said Angela.

Angela was sitting at her favorite bar in Brooklyn, after two weeks away, flying to and from London, Paris, and Barcelona. “A double Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks, please,” she said to the bartender. She then turned to the person next to her, “Ugh, it’s been too long since we hung out last time, but that’s the pilot’s life for ya. So how have you been?”

Angela took a sip from her whiskey and replied, “Ah yes, the holiday season is always hectic, especially literally during Thanksgiving and Christmas. As per tradition, I’ll be flying my parents out this year for a belated Thanksgiving.”

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Angela took a sip from her whiskey and replied, “Ah yes, the holiday season is always hectic, especially literally during Thanksgiving and Christmas. As per tradition, I’ll be flying my parents out this year for a belated Thanksgiving.”

His eyes kept to her lips. a tactic he used to keep up with conversation as he both listened and watched intently. “Oh, that sounds nice. How belated would that be?”

“Oh just a week,” replied Angela, “I’ve gotta work that whole week of Thanksgiving, because ya know, people be flying back to visit family. Wednesday is gonna be terrible.”

“I know on the New York subway you see some otherworldly shit such as someone holding a live, sentient peacock or someone lugging a wardrobe back to their apartment. But today I overheard two teenage girls talking about how it was cuffing season. For me, cuffing season never stops.” Tyler joked, slinging the handcuffs from his belt. He twirled them around his finger as his eyebrows raised at the other. “Am I taking this too literally?”

“What is this cuffing season they’re talking about? Maybe my son knows,” asked Angela, puzzled, “Oh yeah, you see some weird shit on the subway.”

Angela was sitting at her favorite bar in Brooklyn, after two weeks away, flying to and from London, Paris, and Barcelona. “A double Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks, please,” she said to the bartender. She then turned to the person next to her, “Ugh, it’s been too long since we hung out last time, but that’s the pilot’s life for ya. So how have you been?”

Grace chuckled “it really has been way to long! You have to stop jetting off”. She teased before shrugging “I’ve been okay how about you?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I love my job. But I feel like during the peak times, I’m married to my job,” replied Angela, laughing, “Well, I’ve been enjoying the beautiful fall weather in New York. And my son started his last month of undergrad last month, so he’s pretty much been at Columbia’s library and coming home to sleep and take care of the condo while I’m gone for work.”

She laughed “oh that’s always the best kind of marriage”. She teased. She then smiled at the other “oh that’s so nice, he’s doing well then I take it?”

“Oh, absolutely. I used to be married to Nathan’s dad, and although we are amicable, I much prefer not to be married to a human,” said Angela, chuckling, “Oh yeah, my son is doing well. He’s been on the Dean’s List every semester at Columbia, and he loves his job there working as a lab assistant. Though, I’ll miss him when he starts medical school next year at UC San Diego.”

Angela was sitting at her favorite bar in Brooklyn, after two weeks away, flying to and from London, Paris, and Barcelona. “A double Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks, please,” she said to the bartender. She then turned to the person next to her, “Ugh, it’s been too long since we hung out last time, but that’s the pilot’s life for ya. So how have you been?”

Holly was setting next to Angela, needing a drink herself. “I feel you, I’ve been in airports more than my own bed the last 10 days. Kansas City, Green Bay and Denver, I feel like I need a nap.” She laughed. “I can’t complain though, doing what I love.”

“It feels like that during peak travel times, like the summer and the holidays. But it seems like I get assigned for more flights than I was when I was first officer. I still love my job, though. I’m just using this time I have in New York City to chill, which sounds strange, but I feel very fortunate to have a nice condo in Brooklyn to rest at,” said Angela, “Denver, Kansas City, and Green Bay? I take it you do something that involves football. I grew up in Montana, so no NFL team there, but I’ve always rooted for the Seahawks.”

#c: holly #I live in Packers territory lol #Green Bay is like an hour and a half drive from where I live

Angela was sitting at her favorite bar in Brooklyn, after two weeks away, flying to and from London, Paris, and Barcelona. “A double Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks, please,” she said to the bartender. She then turned to the person next to her, “Ugh, it’s been too long since we hung out last time, but that’s the pilot’s life for ya. So how have you been?”

Grace chuckled “it really has been way to long! You have to stop jetting off”. She teased before shrugging “I’ve been okay how about you?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I love my job. But I feel like during the peak times, I’m married to my job,” replied Angela, laughing, “Well, I’ve been enjoying the beautiful fall weather in New York. And my son started his last month of undergrad last month, so he’s pretty much been at Columbia’s library and coming home to sleep and take care of the condo while I’m gone for work.”

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“Yeah, layovers can be nice, if they’re not like 45 minutes, 1 hour, because you would be so damn rushed, especially if you have one at O’Hare or Hartsfield-Jackson, since those airports are fucking busy. I’ve had flights where I was a passenger on where I’ve had someone do shit that got on my nerves, like remove their damn shoes. Thankfully, it looked like we had different final destinations. Hell, I’ve been flying commercial flights for nearly 20 years, and jet lag still kicks my ass.”

“Don’t forget LAX. I fly there a lot and trust me, that’s a very stressful airport to have a layover in. Luckily I usually do first class, so I don’t have to deal with a small amount of people instead of a larger group. Yeah, I got used to dealing with jet lag. I still hate it, though. But, it does let me stay in bed.”

“Ugh, yes. Damn LAX. I’ve flown in there many times, whether traveling for pleasure, deadheading, or flying the plane. I’m fortunate enough through my job to be able to get free flights on any of my airline’s flights, as long as there’s space, so I usually fly first class, because why not? Yeah, the only thing I can do with jet lag is cope with it, usually staying in my hotel room.”

Angela was sitting at her favorite bar in Brooklyn, after two weeks away, flying to and from London, Paris, and Barcelona. “A double Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks, please,” she said to the bartender. She then turned to the person next to her, “Ugh, it’s been too long since we hung out last time, but that’s the pilot’s life for ya. So how have you been?”

Angela took a sip from her whiskey and replied, “Ah yes, the holiday season is always hectic, especially literally during Thanksgiving and Christmas. As per tradition, I’ll be flying my parents out this year for a belated Thanksgiving.”

Angela was sitting at her favorite bar in Brooklyn, after two weeks away, flying to and from London, Paris, and Barcelona. “A double Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks, please,” she said to the bartender. She then turned to the person next to her, “Ugh, it’s been too long since we hung out last time, but that’s the pilot’s life for ya. So how have you been?”

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“Yeah, Fiji is such a long flight. And you have to fly to San Francisco first, because there are no direct flights from New York. Plus, you will have to consider the time zone difference,” said Angela, “I’ve flown internationally for years, and jet lag is something that you don’t become immune to.”

“I don’t mind layovers. I prefer one because then I’m not dealing with the same person on the plane. I get annoyed too easily with people, so a layover gives me a break from it,” she shrugged and thought for a moment. “Oh, jet lag sucks. I travel a lot for work and it’s rough every time. Gets harder as we get older, too.”

“Yeah, layovers can be nice, if they’re not like 45 minutes, 1 hour, because you would be so damn rushed, especially if you have one at O’Hare or Hartsfield-Jackson, since those airports are fucking busy. I’ve had flights where I was a passenger on where I’ve had someone do shit that got on my nerves, like remove their damn shoes. Thankfully, it looked like we had different final destinations. Hell, I’ve been flying commercial flights for nearly 20 years, and jet lag still kicks my ass.”

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“There’s a shit ton of tourist things in Manhattan. Times Square, Rockefeller Plaza, St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Central Park, Empire State, Statue of Liberty. When I first moved here after my divorce and my son came to visit me during winter break, I took him around to do all sorts of these touristy things,” said Angela.

“Oh, how old was your son at the time?” Erik asked quickly, his attention shifting on full alert. He figured he’d gotten pretty lucky when it came to kids. His young daughter, Kayla, was very active and very energetic, but she wasn’t the most adventurous. She was perfectly content staying at home and jumping from activity to activity there. Still pretty exhausting, as all little kids were, but it was a huge relief to Erik, who preferred the comfort of his own home over just about anything else. Kayla was pretty okay with that setup, but he couldn’t help but to feel bad still. She was going to grow up just as much of a homebody as he was if he didn’t take her out to have fun on occasion. “I’m trying to get my daughter out of the house more often, but I think if I have to sit through one more children’s seminar at the zoo, I think I might finally go crazy.”

“He was 10 when I moved to New York from Atlanta two years after his father and I divorced,” said Angela, “So he was past the stuff that was marketed towards the preschool-early grades age group. How old is your daughter? Maybe there are things you can do that won’t make you want to pull your hair out.”

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“I know this is a dumb question…” Erik allowed a small pause to follow his words, as he really considered whether or not he wanted to ask. Surely a Google search would yield the same results, right? But he pushed on. It’d be weirder to start a question then stop. “I’ve lived here for so long, I’m kind of used to everything New York has to offer. What are some good, touristy places to take guests? My Nana finally decided New York isn’t full of just murderers and muggers, so she’s coming to visit next week, and I figured she’d probably want to see more than the inside of my apartment and the McDonald’s down the block.”

“There’s a shit ton of tourist things in Manhattan. Times Square, Rockefeller Plaza, St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Central Park, Empire State, Statue of Liberty. When I first moved here after my divorce and my son came to visit me during winter break, I took him around to do all sorts of these touristy things,” said Angela.

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“If it was me deciding on trips, I would go with Fiji, since I’ve been to Mexico and Hawaii,” said Angela, “I probably would have gone to Fiji, too, if the airline I work for flew to Fiji, but nope. I would love to go to Fiji one day, though.”

“I was thinking Fiji would be different and very relaxing according to all the pictures I’ve seen. That’s just a decent flight and I don’t know if I’m in for that after going to Tokyo recently.”

“Yeah, Fiji is such a long flight. And you have to fly to San Francisco first, because there are no direct flights from New York. Plus, you will have to consider the time zone difference,” said Angela, “I’ve flown internationally for years, and jet lag is something that you don’t become immune to.”

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