Forty-five minutes of waiting in the airport to board the plane and one uneventful hour and a half long stuffy flight later, we had finally arrived in London, England. As if to make an already annoying flight being stuck next to a horny Jennifer even more irritating, I struggled to ignore my Father's constant flirting with the flight attendants the entire trip.
Like, I always knew the old man was a player, as back when we lived together even into his 80s, he had a never-ending revolving door of younger women coming and going at all hours, but to see him blatantly flirting in public made my neck itch.
To the common person walking by, my Father seemed like an established businessman with his first-class plane ticket, expensive suit, and handsome features…but honestly, I'm pretty sure it was the 20,000 USD Rolex on his left wrist that caught people's attention.
