This one time I got on a DAL jumpseat for a Transcon from NY to LAX.
It came on all of a sudden!
CA looked at the FO as we climbed out of FL200. He said, "man I forgot the USA TODAY!!!" FO calmly explained that he had grabbed one. But it wouldn't be so...left on the hotel van! The silents of a honor about to fall came over the cockpit (flight-deck for those sensitive types).
The looks of two men that might have to endure a 5 hour flight without football stats, stock info, who Jen's dating, etc. fell upon me. My stomach turned and me fingers tingled with the knowlegde that this was my chance, the chance that every pilot waits for. The chance to save the day and bring that airliner home safely. My breath shallowed as I reached into the flightcase.... time seemed to stand still as those eyes of men longing for printed word fell upon me.
In an instance the cockpit burst into a sigh of relief. The USA TODAY (I did stay at a Holiday Inn last night) burst from my bag as if an Angel flying home.
The best part was yet to come. From that magic case of flight, out came the Maxim, Stuff, Sailing, Road-n-Track and Guns & Ammo!
The CA brushed his sligthy gray hair back with the palm of his hand and simply gave the look. That look that say's without words, "son you've done good and made us proud." I still think I might have seen a slight tear in that mans eye that day.
*True story, Dest and (in flightinfo fashion)Drama added by me, to make me look good.