Oh no...not another one...
Last year I had some lady from Jolly old Englund
tell me that she had the strangest routing ever, and after a very long day of traveling, she was mystified to be in such a small ugly little town (BIL
to us Montananers is about as big as it gets) while on her way to Sidney. I raised an eyebrow
and kept boarding my other flights. 6:55 pm rolls around and I board GQ
2566 to SDY. She is last in line, walks up to the window behind my counter, looks at our B 1900Ds, then comes over
and asks- "I have to travel over water in that
"Ma'am, it's perfectly safe. Besides, if problems do arise, they can always come back here, or land in MLS or GDV." I reassure her.
She then reiterates traveling that far over water in a small turboprop gives her the
. Something clicks in the back of my head, and I ask to see her itinerary. Showed her routing out of Gatwick, and eventually wound up in BIL
(don't remember the entire thing). I ask her again for her final destination.
I'm going to Sydney. You twit. You know, the Land Down Under
I blinked...looked over at a ramper who had come up looking for the flight's last passenger...
After drying my eyes, I informed her to go back down to our counter, as GQ
doesn't go to Australia. Sidney is an oil town on the Eastern Border of Montana and Nort Dakoduh
, Sydney is the land of opera, funnel web spiders, and bad lack-of-ozone sun burns. She started laughing, and asked to be escorted back to the exit of the secured area of BIL
, lest she try to stop at the bar and have pint before getting re-booked.
Oh what a night...
I wonder which of me co-workers had fun this week? I may have to give them a jingle...
So the drugs and the Natives are attempting to take the town over, but at least we ain't got those Neo-nazi-skin-heads down here, and are nowhere close to sMogzoula...
...you actually admit you live there?
This isn't where I parked my car...