Surprise Melody Flintkote. Part Two
Copyright© 2019 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 6
Departure was delayed five hours. Although there was no public notification, rumor had it that an important arrival had been delayed due to Communications failure in Samoa.
A bar fight over the result of the final try at a national Rugby test, put several customers in hospital and led to the arrest of several participants ... all wearing India National Team Rugby shirts. No mention was made or inferred as to whether or not the shirted participants were players. Rumor had it that they were very fit.
I have always marveled at the idiosyncrasies present in Airline travel. Samoa to Brisbane, Australia to Macau to eventually arrive in Punjab India.
(Similar to Bozeman, MT to St. Paul, MN to Chicago, IL to Atlanta, GA to arrive 14 hours late in Knoxville, TN.)
So we sat ... in the concourse restaurant marveling at the price of poorly cooked and served food. The chicken was inedible, the broccoli waterlogged, the mashed potatoes were instant and the salad was obviously cut with a knife ... brown edges. The waiter was surly and actually demanded a tip.
Nineteen aud EACH... 57 dollars and we couldn’t eat it. Complaints fell on deaf ears. They knew we were leaving and wouldn’t be back. Concourse security laughed.
“It is universally known that airport food sucks,” said the guard. “You should have eaten before you came or visited one of the food trucks.”
“Where are the trucks?”
“In the car park.”
Our flight was called just then.
“We don’t have time, we should have a meal onboard.”
First class boards first. First class eats better than coach. First class has better seats. First class has separate bathrooms. First class is worth every penny. Believe me. First class is great ... except ... some first class passengers can be annoying. They seem to feel that unescorted females are on board for their enjoyment. The not so subtle hints and sexual innuendo by two of the men was not welcome.
It is my understanding that men who are THAT important have private aircraft. Two of us complained. The flight attendant took our complaints to the cockpit.
It wasn’t a tussle or even a verbal assault but we took a little side flight to Bandar Seri Begawan, the capital of Brunei, and the Brunei International Airport... “Fueling,” said the attendant...
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