Dear Chief,
I received from your office yesterday a rather icy, indeed hostile, telephone call requesting a report about alleged proceedings involving my crew on the Chicago Tokyo inaugural flight layover. As the reports from the local authorities and the head of the Japanese legation were undoubtedly a complete fabrication, I would like to put the truth of the matter on record.
Our airline managements kind offer to “buy a round of drinks” was taken on board by the crew who decided to upgrade the event to a higher status. So, appropriate quantities of libation and food were purchased, with festivities to be held in my room.
An enjoyable evening ensued but insufficient supplies had been obtained, so several members of the crew left for further purchases at a local bar. In a truly magnanimous gesture, ten bar girls from the establishment helped carry the beer back to the hotel. To demonstrate our appreciation of their assistance, we served them some cool drink. They then offered to show us some local culture, and, in order not to offend, we allowed them to dance some exotic dances.
The banging on the walls of my room had, by now, quite honestly, become invasive, and it was disturbing the dancers, so we arranged an amusing little deterrent. The co-pilot’s impersonation of the Police Officer was excellent! In full company uniform, with an aluminum rubbish bin upside down on his head, he goose-stepped to each room and harangued the occupants with a very witty diatribe about disturbing hotel guests. I personally heard nothing of his alleged threats of life in Alcatraz claimed by the sister of the Minister of Police whose room was, unluckily next door. I have no doubt this woman was the sneak who called security and hotel management and I absolutely refute that the shout “Look out, here comes the Indians! Circle the wagons!” was made. The simple coincidence of security arriving just as we stood the double bed on its side across the door to make the dance floor bigger is obvious.
The major damage to the room occurred when a group of gate crashers, whom we could not know were hotel security, forced their way in just as most of us happened to be leaning against the bed watching the dancing. The subsequent events in the foyer of the hotel are an equally vicious distortion of the facts. I was explaining the importance of the inaugural celebration to the General Manager of the hotel and noting that the other guests were fabricating stories of noise, drinking and singing at the celebration, when the Second Officer and several other keep-fit enthusiasts, in keeping with their almost monastic pursuit of health, organized the race up the drapes which hang along the foyer wall. It says nothing for the workmanship of some of these nations that the fittings were torn from the wall before most of the crew were even halfway up.
At this stage, in an amazing display of international posturing, the Governor of the city, who was attending the National Day cocktail party in the foyer, cast some denigrating remarks about U.S. culture. Although he misunderstood our gestures of greeting, one of our female flight attendants rescued the situation with her depth of knowledge of local culture.
Her rendition of the Fertility Dancing Maiden in the foyer’s “Pool of Remembrance” was nothing short of breathtaking. Normally this dance is performed wearing just a sarong skirt, so her extra step to nature was a bold step forward. Unfortunately, during one intricate step, she slipped and fell beneath the fountain, so we were lucky that the First Officer, who had the great presence of mind to strip to avoid getting his uniform wet, leapt in to help. That the tiles of the pool were slippery is beyond dispute, as it took nearly ten minutes of threshing about before he could actually complete his rescue. Such concern was there for these two exemplary crew member’s safeties, that the rest of the crew were forced to to assist, and I deny that this massed altruistic rescue attempt could be construed as a “Water Polo” game!
This slanderous accusation was first put to me by the Chief of the Riot Squad, whose storm troopers had apparently been called by some over zealous Fascists at the cocktail party.
Order had nearly been restored when the fire started.
I prefer my First Officer’s version of events that the drapes had caught fire from being against a light fixture, and that he dropped his cigarette lighter whilst trying to escape the flames. Had host management fulfilled their responsibilities and used fire retardant material instead of velvet, the fire would not have spread to the rest of the hotel.
The responsible attitude shown by my crew in assisting the bar staff to carry out drinks from the cocktail party is to be commended, not condemned, and the attempt by male members of the crew to extinguish pockets of fire using natural means has been totally misrepresented in some quarters. I cannot overstate how strongly I resent the assertions made in the Chief Fire Officer’s Report.
I made an official protest about these matters when the head of the Japanese Ligation visited us at the Police Station the next morning. However, not only did our ambassador not attempt to refute the preposterous allegations made against me and my crew, but also by failing to secure our release immediately, caused the subsequent aircraft delay.
I did not know Her Majesty was to be aboard our aircraft, but I am sure her 12-hour visit to that country was appreciated by local dignitaries. (I must mention that the local manager is far too obsequious – Smarmy! Smarmy! You should have seen him bowing and scraping. Never make a vice-president, that guy.)
Finally, I note that not since “Rainman” has our airline been mentioned in so many newspapers. (Some airlines would die for coverage like that.) The local newspaper coincidentally mentioned us 37 times on it’s front page alone, although some of the coupled epithets can only be described as the worst journalistic excesses of the gutter press.
I trust that I have outlined the correct version of events, we may allow ourselves a discreet smile as to the lack of social sophistication of some of these foreign nations and put all this behind us. As far as I am concerned, the crew carried on the finest airline traditions.
Sincerely Yours,
Captain C. A. Biggun
