Reuters reports that “two in three Australian travelers are either members of the notorious Mile High Club or would like to be a member.” 1,100 people were surveyed, and more than half wanted an encounter. Twelve percent have actually joined the “club.” Maybe I’m not very creative or risky, but it seems as though the nasty bathroom is the only place for such a tryst, and I have no desire to get partially nekkid in that germ receptacle.
In my early twenties I worked on a train for three summers in Alaska, and there we called had something called the Clickety-Clack Club. There was a competitive spirit about who hadn’t joined and who was going to. And in case you’re wondering, I’ll never tell.
How about you? Are you with the Aussies? Or think joining Mile High is akin to making love in a petri dish? What about Clickety-Clack?