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Calling for engine starts en français
SO, there I was, walking to my gate for an on-time departure(read: always late). I approached the gate as I always do, with doubt. Doubt that my flight will actually depart the gate it's supposed to, and doubt that there is even an aircraft parked at said gate for me to depart in.
This was like any other day, as the plane hadn't even arrived yet. However scheduling impressed that it was important I hurry to the gate for an on time departure. Yea, want me to flap my arms with 50 people on my back? I'll be honest, it will be short lived and a major let down.
I digress. So as I walk towards the counter, I spy something amiss on the floor. I didn't instantly know what it was, but I knew it wasn't supposed to be there. In fact, I hadn't seen one of them in a long time. Not since high school.
No, I'd never used one personally, but I've seen friends use one. I never accepted the offer to share, but I always wondered...
It was a pipe. I don't mean like a Sherlock Holmes, cherry tobacco pipe. I mean a Bob Marley, can't remember what day it is pipe. Right there in the middle of the floor, in front of the ticket counter.
I didn't even pause I just kept walking and laughed out loud. That might have made me seem strange, laughing out loud unprovoked, but who cares. I had this vision in my head that someone was standing in line at the ticket counter, reached in their bag to pull out their itinerary and accidentally exposed their 'piece'. I imagine their terror, and complete lack of blood in the face when they dropped it. Very casually taking a step away from it in any direction and completely separating themselves with it. Perhaps whistling while doing so...
Or perhaps they didn't even know they lost it, I don't know.
If you think the story has reached it's climax, I say no sir. It has not.
I take my place behind said ticket counter to check for my airplane and arrival time et cetera. About 30 seconds into hastily typing away, pretending to look important, just not important enough to answer any stray passenger's questions. It's a thin line. Anyways, 30 seconds later I notice a flight attendant standing in the line notice this pipe laying on the floor. I would describe this particular one as 'grandma' to most people. She definitely had double digit, possibly single digit seniority.
She reaches down and picks this pipe up with a very puzzled look on her face. I glance around the waiting area and it's abundantly clear that everyone except her knows exactly what it is she's holding. She is completely clueless. She examines it from every angle, twisting it in her hand, tilting her head different ways. You would think she was buying jewelry she was giving it such a good inspection.
Wanting nothing to do with the ensuing calamity that was undoubtedly about to unfold, I decided to wander down the jetbridge a wee bit early. With a smile on my face.
Do you think the TSA screeners should see and screen illegal paraphernalia? Are they already supposedly doing so?
This was like any other day, as the plane hadn't even arrived yet. However scheduling impressed that it was important I hurry to the gate for an on time departure. Yea, want me to flap my arms with 50 people on my back? I'll be honest, it will be short lived and a major let down.
I digress. So as I walk towards the counter, I spy something amiss on the floor. I didn't instantly know what it was, but I knew it wasn't supposed to be there. In fact, I hadn't seen one of them in a long time. Not since high school.
No, I'd never used one personally, but I've seen friends use one. I never accepted the offer to share, but I always wondered...
It was a pipe. I don't mean like a Sherlock Holmes, cherry tobacco pipe. I mean a Bob Marley, can't remember what day it is pipe. Right there in the middle of the floor, in front of the ticket counter.
I didn't even pause I just kept walking and laughed out loud. That might have made me seem strange, laughing out loud unprovoked, but who cares. I had this vision in my head that someone was standing in line at the ticket counter, reached in their bag to pull out their itinerary and accidentally exposed their 'piece'. I imagine their terror, and complete lack of blood in the face when they dropped it. Very casually taking a step away from it in any direction and completely separating themselves with it. Perhaps whistling while doing so...
Or perhaps they didn't even know they lost it, I don't know.
If you think the story has reached it's climax, I say no sir. It has not.
I take my place behind said ticket counter to check for my airplane and arrival time et cetera. About 30 seconds into hastily typing away, pretending to look important, just not important enough to answer any stray passenger's questions. It's a thin line. Anyways, 30 seconds later I notice a flight attendant standing in the line notice this pipe laying on the floor. I would describe this particular one as 'grandma' to most people. She definitely had double digit, possibly single digit seniority.
She reaches down and picks this pipe up with a very puzzled look on her face. I glance around the waiting area and it's abundantly clear that everyone except her knows exactly what it is she's holding. She is completely clueless. She examines it from every angle, twisting it in her hand, tilting her head different ways. You would think she was buying jewelry she was giving it such a good inspection.
Wanting nothing to do with the ensuing calamity that was undoubtedly about to unfold, I decided to wander down the jetbridge a wee bit early. With a smile on my face.
Do you think the TSA screeners should see and screen illegal paraphernalia? Are they already supposedly doing so?
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