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Carolyn Knapp-Shappey tailed off, mildly affronted. When you stride purposefully into a room and start dramatically reeling off instructions, it generally throws you off your stride rather to discover that the room is in fact unoccupied.
A brief foray into the galley, the passenger area and the hold all revealed them to be empty.
This did not make Carolyn happy . . .
She eventually discovered her male colleagues outside the plane, sitting in the shade of the wing.
Arthur was sat in his shirtsleeves, drawing bunny rabbits on the runway in chalk; Carolyn made a mental note to tell him that rabbits only had two ears, not three. Martin had removed his jacket, tie and socks, had rolled his trousers up and was re-reading Principles of Climatology for Pilots for what had to be the millionth time. Douglas was lying there, ankles neatly crossed with his hat pulled over his face, looking