"Then Milton asked if we could go higher. It wasn’t until after I bragged how I could go up to three thousand feet in this plane before I clicked,” Nick said.
“What? What clicked?” I said.
“Wait. I’m getting there. Milton asked if three thousand feet was higher than a mile.”
“Uh oh,” I said, catching on to Nick’s problem.
“Yup. I turned to the back and Milton had his pants unzipped, and Martha had just begun to unbutton her blouse,” Nick said. “Milton then asked me if I minded…”
“Oh my God! Not the Mile High Club!”
“Oh yeah,” he said, sounding like he just ate a bad piece of fish.