The pilot and his wife were outwardly stable. For 25 years they were wed and were able to boast a nice home and a son and daughter. They did everything well, as a good couple ought-er To the outside world they were a perfect pair, but a terrible time bomb ticked in their lair.
He had a flight to fly; his breakfast was ready. There was no real rush; he could take it steady. “Where are my cornflakes?” he grouchily grumped and took to his seat where he leisurely slumped. There were none that day; only muesli and fruit. He was greatly incensed and livid to boot. “No cornflakes! How can that be? Tell me now?” He clenched his white teeth and furled his brow. His wife was not happy at his over-reaction. She bought 50 boxes to repair “her” infraction. But that made him madder. It wasn’t his folly.
He was consoled next day by a trolley dolly.
The wife packed his bag for his next long journey He never checked ‘fore it found the gurney, and he flew ‘cross the ‘Lantic with barely a care until he arrived and the canines were there. “Do you have food in your case?” The Captain said, “Never!” "Can we take a look please; Can you open that lever?" All looked just fine but the dogs were excited. How could this fine Captain’s name be thus blighted? Out came his clothes and his washing gear too. The bus waited outside with his valiant crew, but he was detained to explain face to face why cornflakes were stashed inside his case. Angry, he did a couple of takes. It was true his toothpaste was nestled in flakes. They were crunched in his socks, his pockets and shoes. Everywhere hidden wherever you choose. Captain and crew were all late to their beds. No laughter ensued as they laid down their heads.
The Captain, enraged by a dis’plin’ry panel explained the cornflakes with fluent flannel. His prev’ous behavior had been ‘xemplary, so he thought his woes would be temp’rary.
At work that was true, it has to be said. At home? Well…he and his stewardess finally wed.