Blake,
I don’t know if you know the story of what I’m calling “Jeff and the Drink” so I thought Id write it down.
Come to think of it, I doubt Jeff Cain knows it all.
BTW I have the triple stack of Jeff’s minature kites. Very cool.
Okay. so here goes.
We are flying out of Seattle, switching through Denver. Me, Laurie Dutton, Meg Albers, and Jeff are all on the flight leaving out of Denver. Meg has all kinds of stomach issues and took some medicine and is going down fast. I need to get her on the plane before she conks out. I tell the stewardess at the gate that my wife is pregnant and not feeling well. We get right on the plane. Meg falls asleep on my shoulder.
The drink cart comes by. I want a glass of wine. Unfortunately, my wallet is in my pocket on the side Meg is sleeping on. I look over my shoulder and see Jeff about three rows back next to the window.
I say to the stewardess, “See that guy, three rows back? Next to the window? He’ll pay for my drink.”
Twenty seconds later I hear Jeff yell, “What?”
Before I can turn back in my seat the stewardess is kneeling beside my seat, with a very distressed look on her face, “That man,” she exclaimed, “Says he doesn’t know you.”
I, in a very calm, voice said, “That’s gratitude for you. After all I’ve done for him.”
“When is the baby due?”
“Baby?” I had to quickly remember that I had used that excuse to get Meg on the plane. Then try to calculate nine months out. “Oh, we just learned not for another eight and a half months.
“Would it be okay if I pay you once she wakes up? My money is in the pocket next to her.”
I got the approving nod, like we’re all helping to bring a new life into the world or some sort of mommy female conspiracy thing.
And that is the story of Jeff and the drink.
After all I’ve done for him. He’s so cheap.





