It's Getting Hot In Here

Sometimes not disclosing the truth is worse for your reputation than simply coming clean.  Case in point: the officers of the Northwest Airlines jet that flew past their target won't say what was going on in the cockpit that distracted them to the point of embarrassment and painstaking scrutiny by their employer.  What happened in the cockpit continues to baffle me.  What were they doing?  Smoking a joint?  Having sex?  Watching Iron Chef?  Oh come on- they weren't knitting!  You can look up from your knitting.  My problem with the sex and illicit drugs theory is that neither of those activities take an hour for regular people.  (Rumor has it that Sting is the exception.)  The pilots are unwilling to account for an hour.  Maybe they had a similar moment to Jodie Foster's in the movie Contact and were visting with dead relatives. Maybe the boys were texting and checking their Facebook pages.  Oh for Pete's sake tell the truth and that way noone has to write their own ending; and depending on the author that could be a very undesirable outcome.  In my story someone is naked and drunk but they are in a four star hotel with 700 thread count sheets not a 10' x 7' closet with faux leather seats. Besides, we all know closets are for clothes; perhaps they should consider coming out of theirs.