Ino Yamanaka stood in the entryway of the plane greeting passengers when she spied a well-known frequent flyer.
“Pervert alert.” She hissed through her Customer Service Smile.
“Which one?” asked her teammate, Sakura Haruno.
“Jiraiya Sannin.”
The multiple, and creative, curses from all of the flight attendants were not heard by the on-boarding passengers.
Jiraiya Sannin, known by most of the flight attendants of Konoha Air as the Pervy Sage was in his 60s with long bushy white hair that looked like he never brushed it, “Hello, lovely ladies!” he beamed “Great to see my favorite FAs today! Meet my bride, Tsunade!” He gestured to the busty blonde woman at his side.
The woman huffed “Bride! We’ve been married for 40 years. And he’s still a fool!”
Ino and Sakura managed to keep their shock from their faces. “Welcome! We hope you have a pleasant flight.”
The couple walked past and entered the First-Class section.
“Maybe she’ll keep him in line.” Whispered Sakura semi-hopefully.
“He’s a sneaky old fart.” Was Ino’s response.
For once, they didn’t have to wait for passengers who couldn’t be bothered to listen to the announcement that their plane was now boarding. The door was shut and locked. The passengers were settled in their seats. The pilots got the plane into the air and the flight attendants went over the safety procedures.
They were two hours into the flight when a woman bustled up to Ino. The woman’s face wrinkled in concern. “Excuse me, miss!”
Ino smiled at the woman “Yes, ma’am?”
“Did you know there is a window in the bathroom!”
“There was an interior re-design earlier this year for all of our planes. So, some of the bathrooms will have a window.”
“But what if a pervert sees me in there!”
Ino, who had just given Jiraiya a glass of bourbon, womanfully resisted looking at the man who, for once, had said or done anything remotely like his behavior on previous flights. She took a deep breath, looked at the woman and with a smile replied “Ma’am, we are currently at 35,000 feet in the air and are flying at over 500 miles an hour. If there is a pervert clinging to the side of the plane outside the bathroom window under those circumstances, he deserves to see everything!”
Jiraiya laughed as the woman gasped “I never…”
“Yeah, we can tell!” said Jiraiya.
The woman spun on her heel and stomped back to her seat.
Ino looked at the Bane of Flight Attendants. “Thanks!”
Jiraiya waved off her appreciation. “I should be thanking you! You’ve given me an idea for my next book.”
His wife snorted “At least it’s for your next book, not your next excursion into perversion.”
“Well, if I was thirty years younger…”
Ino just shook her head and moved onto the next passenger.