Then, I found myself in the waiting room where I was, er, waiting for the plane to get ready for departure. As soon as i got in the bus to transport us to the plane, my thoughts echoed those of a typical male mind : Air-Hostess. Rather, Air-hostesses.
Little did I know that I'd be thouroughtly disappointed, little amused, and that my female co-passengers would get to feat their eyes... on... "air-hosts" or air-stewards, whatever.
Men, 3-4 Men!
Only one woman:
Fully clad
Figure: tubular (not hourglass)
Looks: mediocre
Hairs: unremarkable
Skin: smooth, but shiny and oily
Verdict: "NEXT!"
but there wasn't any.
Apparently, the men were handsome. So told me a transient female-flight-friend (man, i am good at alliterations!) Not narcissistic workout-obseesed brainless models who've drained the insides of the cranial cavity to puff their chest and shoulders, but tall, sophisticated, polite, gentlemanly, men (et patati et patata). Ah, bah!
The only amusing part was the instructions before the take-off (or during it?) which was done by a man, again! Well, that made me grin quite a bit (I'd have luaghed, but then i was in economy class with sundry passengers, so I hid that bit). Imagine a (allegedly handsome) gentleman wearing a tie gesturing (mono-acting? dumb-charading?) in air in accordance with the tape (?). Ha!
But without hostesses, with uncomfortable seats and accompanied by sleepy co-passengers (did I mention an occasionally wailing baby?), I was more than glad that my flight lasted but for 2.5 hours! I sincerely am grateful to the printing press for magasines and newspapers, the inventors of window and the creators of CD-player (a.k.a. Disc-Man), without which I'd have died of boredom...
Enuf said!
Little did I know that I'd be thouroughtly disappointed, little amused, and that my female co-passengers would get to feat their eyes... on... "air-hosts" or air-stewards, whatever.
Men, 3-4 Men!
Only one woman:
Fully clad
Figure: tubular (not hourglass)
Looks: mediocre
Hairs: unremarkable
Skin: smooth, but shiny and oily
Verdict: "NEXT!"
but there wasn't any.
Apparently, the men were handsome. So told me a transient female-flight-friend (man, i am good at alliterations!) Not narcissistic workout-obseesed brainless models who've drained the insides of the cranial cavity to puff their chest and shoulders, but tall, sophisticated, polite, gentlemanly, men (et patati et patata). Ah, bah!
The only amusing part was the instructions before the take-off (or during it?) which was done by a man, again! Well, that made me grin quite a bit (I'd have luaghed, but then i was in economy class with sundry passengers, so I hid that bit). Imagine a (allegedly handsome) gentleman wearing a tie gesturing (mono-acting? dumb-charading?) in air in accordance with the tape (?). Ha!
But without hostesses, with uncomfortable seats and accompanied by sleepy co-passengers (did I mention an occasionally wailing baby?), I was more than glad that my flight lasted but for 2.5 hours! I sincerely am grateful to the printing press for magasines and newspapers, the inventors of window and the creators of CD-player (a.k.a. Disc-Man), without which I'd have died of boredom...
Enuf said!
1 comment:
gud one yet again! Hair: Unremarkable??! haha.. :D
lukin fwd to part 3... :) keep it comin! cheers!
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