One of my mates phoned on Friday night asking me to call round for a chat, seeing that I hadn't seen him in a while. As I went into his apartment, I couldn't help noticing a large book about Boeing aircraft just inside the door. Behind that was another book on aircraft.
This guy had no interest in aircraft in the eight years I've known him. He's 30 now, but a real hard-guy, having grown-up in one of the rougest areas of the city. He plays football, goes to the gym regularly and hangs out mostly with his straight mates.
Pleasantly surprised, I asked him about his new found interest in aviation. Then came his confession: as far as flying is concerned, he's a big wuss. I've never been on a flight with him, so I've never seen it, but apparently he's a nervous wreck on planes. He'd bought the books to understand the workings of planes and how they fly.
On his last flight, he held his head in his hands as the plane was taxiing. He collared the flight attendant and told her he had money in his bag in the overhead locker, which he couldn't get to, and said he was terrified of flying and asked her to get him a drink and he'd give her the money after they took off. He must have looked a sight as she immediately went to the galley and got him one.
"How do they stay up in the air, how DO
they stay up in the air?" he kept asking me, clearly still puzzled about the nature of flight. He said he was scared shitless any time he got on a plane. I told him that the worst thing you could think of in the air is of what can go wrong, and to dismiss any such thoughts immediately.
He's been flying since as long as I know him, but hadn't a clue about his phobia. Anyone else got surprising revelations from their friends?