A friend (around my age, a bit older) recently flew an afternoon transcon on Southwest, and shared a rather, erm, interesting story with me.
I was flying Southwest back home and around ¾ of the way through the flight went to use the lavatory. As I got to the back of the plane the flight attendant was standing in the rear galley, talking to another guy around my age. The situation got my attention when I noticed she was lotioning his hands with Gold Bond lotion….when I got back there – mind you, I was dressed in business clothes! – she rubbed my hands and asked if they were soft. Then she runs her hand down towards my crotch and asks if something else is soft. I was speechless! I hadn’t seen her the whole flight, it was obvious she was certainly under the influence.