Dedicated to the wiry man behind us, waiting for the airport restaurant to open, at 11:01 a.m., and thus one minute late (unlike our plane, which is one hour late).
Man: C'mon, let's get that bar open.
EAVESDROPPING SIDENOTE: There are some old women sitting near us at the boarding area who curse like sailors. I would replicate some of the conversation, as it is funny, but I don't think you would appreciate it.
Hmmm... I had the privilege of sailor talk at my host family's in Alaska for 4 days. I think I can imagine what that is like. Oh.. the pics are up on the blog. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteAhoy, landlubbers!
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