I am a pilot of a passenger plane. I frequently fly as a passenger.

One day I flew with a passenger dressed in full shirt. I always sit in the last row, far from the boss, closer to the kitchen. Five hour flight. I read a book, sometimes I sleep. The woman through the passage looked at me suspiciously all the time. After landing, she approaches me:

Young man, from which squadron are you? How to contact your boss?

Why is this for you?

You cannot work! This is not the place in aviation. In five hours of flight, you have never entered the cabin!