The flight was delayed by over 2 hours, which meant that i was taking potshots at anything resembling a Go Air employee and in some cases, other passengers whose flights were on time 🙂
He: Have you scanned it?
Me: Yup, did that at home. Don’t think i have forgotten anything.
He: I meant the machine, sir
Me: Then why don’t you ask the machine?
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He: (while trying to elbow his way past me during the security check): (pointing to the machine): My phone’s in there, let me through.
Me: (after letting him past): Where do you think mine is?
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He: (while telling me to use the entry at the back of the plane) You can go behind.
Me: Behind who?
He: I meant backside
Me: Behind whose backside?
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And as they kept running laps on the runway without taking off, i loudly sang “Udhale Udhale…”
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D refused to allow me to have more fun. I especially missed asking the air hostess, whose name was Smitha, whether her first name was Silk.
In fact D was so rude, she pointed to me, when they came around with the trash cart.
until next time, way to Go?
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