There was a knock on the door.
An elderly man, face covered in a white beard, was at the door, asking if he could borrow the SimBox NG for an hour. Something about an upcomming annual flight. Some sort of check ride, I guess…
Being Christmas and all, I thought it would be impolite to say no. And I wasn’t going to use it myself.
When the hour was up, I went to check on him, but he was nowhere to be seen. He had tucked the SimBox away again… His hat got stuck though. I told him I’d fold the box up again, when he was finished. Was afraid something like this would happen.