The overall bussle is from a group of Chinese that look as though they are about to set off on to new exciting destinations. They all wear their uniform of white sun hats and with name tags on yellow string around their necks. It is all husbands and wives with no one younger than 50 years. Next me the old man is trying to fix his hat - the little dongle to make the string tighter has already fallen off. As he uses his chubby fingers and a tooth pick, however his mates look on decide they could do a better job. The two take it off him and again with chubby fingers, they can't feed the string through the eye let. Next they make their wife undo her lurid green ribbon from her bag to use it to pull through the string. By this point the guy next to is getting a little stroppy! He tries but the string refuses to go in the hole. The women calmly gets the hat and sits down to work at the problem. Another triumph for women everywhere, where three men fail the women succeeds. Joyfully my neighbour puts the hat on pulling on the cord tight!
Now the flight is starting to board everyone starts to hover around the gate - the plane might leave without me! Even though they know it is not their time to board they stand right in the middle of the aisle adamant that you can't have their space. 'Move out the way!' I want to shout, as I weave between them for my special elite boarding (the benefits of flying lots these days!).
I am now sitting at my seat listening to guy next to me chat away on his phone in a foreign language, laughing but what is there really to laugh about with the prospect of sitting in a tin cigar for the next 10 hours! On the upside the seat between me and the foreign speaking stranger is free let's hope it remains that way!
Signing off or rather flying off.
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