I was at the ticket counter, trying to change my standby ticket to a sooner flight that day, when suddenly a loud trolley-wheels sound was heard. Me and the four ladies (well, one was a guy - but you could count him as a lady too. Oh and yes, it took 4 people, 40 minutes and thousands of phone-calls to change a simple ticket!!) immediately turned our heads to where the sound was coming.
Check-in lady 1: - Uhh, nice bodies at 10 o´clock.
Check-in lady 2: - Seems to be a baseball team.
Check-in ladyboy 3: - Naa, seems more like soccer players.
Check-in lady 1: - Well one thing´s for sure, not swimmers.
Check-in ladyboy3: - Nor golfers.
Check-in lady 1: - Definitely basketball players.
Check-in lady 4: - Well for me, I don´t give a damn what they play. Because I would even pay just to be their trainer. Ohh yeahh..
Firstly I thought they were kidding, but I realise they seem to do this everyday (and honestly, galley gossiping can sometimes hit as low as that!). The thing is, they really got 100% distracted from their duties to have that conversation. Three gorgeous blond ladies, with long fake fingernails and hairdos and one even more gorgeous guy that plays for the other team, which cologne I could smell 20 feet away. And I tried so hard not to laugh my pants off, because what they were doing reminded me of this sketch.
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