Having a leisurely meal at Ponti's in STN the other day, a passenger seated with his wife at the next table (and who apparently had never seen a woman wearing four stripes before) asks my Captain with a wink:
"Can I hijack your plane, love?" 
In her best Irish accent
she replied with a smile that she didn't think so! I was just about to answer that he couldn't get on our plane anyway, unless he was an express parcel
