An uneventful flight?

As he got to the gate, Samson thanked his lucky stars he had priority access thanks to his job. The mass of humanity was already lined up in a disorderly mess, but he breezed into the priority lane and a minute later the door attendant was scanning his ticket. An unpleasant buzzer noise from the machine alarmed him, but the attendant smiled.

"Lucky you! We've got an open seat in First Class with your name on it. Follow Anna and she will get you settled in." The attendant gestured at a woman to his left wearing the striking red Aeroflot stewardess ensemble. Slightly staggered by his repeated good fortune, Samson smiled at the woman, who smiled a broad, perfect smile back at him.

"Coming with me, if you please, Meester Gray!" she said in a delicious, er, lovely Russian accent.

Samson followed, but couldn't help himself from correcting her.

"Uh, thank you. It's actually Grey, though. With an 'e' "

"Oh! My apologies. If I may ask of you, how do you tell the difference? To me they are like same, I think."

The puzzled look on the stewardess's face did not help the sudden boner Samson had developed, and he consciously **** himself to focus on walking and speaking to her. "Oh, uh, well it's just something I can always tell. Where are you from, by the way?" he tried to shift the conversation away from the topic of his name.