Delta was on the porcelain throne, waiting to drop off her cargo, when she heard a groan from the next cubicle.
Jeez! Sounds like someone’s constipated.
She continued to scroll through her phone.
The groans were accompanied by panting now.
Christ! Sounds like she’s just ran a marathon.
She continued to scroll, then dropped off her own load.
As she reached for the toilet paper, she saw a mix of blood and water puddling its way under the partition towards her carry-on suitcase. Moving her luggage to one side, she asked:
“Is everything okay in there?”
“Nooooo! I need help.”
Moments later, she was looking down at a heavily drenched teenager, slumped on the toilet.
She was clearly out of her depth and scared to death.
Forgetting about work, Delta attended to the young girl as best as she could, first by getting her to lay on the the bathroom floor, which was thankfully pristine and clean, then staying by her side until another soul arrived, which wasn’t until fifty-six minutes later.
Finally, she remembered her job and called in the delay.
Meanwhile on the plane, the co-pilot announced:
“I’m sorry to inform you that this flight will be delayed as we are waiting for the pilot to arrive…”
“Arrrgh!” went the passengers, some throwing their hands up for dramatic effect.
“...this is due to her attending to a medical emergency. She’s just helped deliver a child in the airport bathroom.”
“Awww!” went the collective crowd, many clapping, all smiling.