Tis’ the season and I’m carrying as much fresh fruit in my overnight bag that I can. Rather than make a mess of it in the cockpit, I step off during a lull in the action and bite into a sweet one. I was enjoying a particularly juicy bite, leaning forward at the waist to avoid drippings on my shirt or shoe tops when the passengers began to file past for boarding. I finished up quickly and cut into the line. ‘Ummmm. That looked delicious!’ remarked the woman in front of me. I was pleased that she was admiring my choice of snack and began to blurt that ‘it was a nectarine and aren’t they great and…’ she nods and reaches out and flicks a dangler from my chin. Just a wee bit embarrassing. Must have been Mother Instinct made her do that.