It’s hard to believe it was this time last year I was
attempting to save the world in New York. This year’s conference for BSR(Business
for Social Responsibility) is in San Francisco. The only difference being this
year I am on my own, and not supported by a large billion dollar corporation. I
feel very small.
I booked my flight and accommodation and packed my bags for
a 2 day visit, kissed my son and wife goodbye and set off for the airport. Now
this would normally be a routine flight. Not much time to get into trouble one
would have thought.
It all started to go
pair shaped when I had my hand luggage checked. After taking off my shoes, belt
and jacket, and emptying the contents of my computer case and clothing into four different
baskets, I stepped through the scanner and waited. My hand luggage appeared and was immediately
taken back through for a rescan.” After 3 scans, the agent asked “Is this your
bag, Sir”, holding it out away from her body as if it might explode. After a
brief search, she found the offending culprit, a large tube of toothpaste.
“This violates FAA rules”, she explained. “Oh, is it not the right brand,” I
asked innocently? “If sir would like a
FULL body search”, she said, snapping on a pair of surgical gloves, “Sir can
continue with the smart comments.” I
declined.
I repacked my bag and got dressed and headed off to the
departure lounge sans toothpaste, safe in the knowledge that another terrorist
threat had been thwarted. Once I got on
the flight, I settled down between too very large gentlemen who promptly fell
asleep, wedging me in the middle. It was like sitting between two vehicle airbags,
without the crash. I rummaged in my bag for the Cornish Pasty I had made the
previous night, and was salivating at the thought of its savory scrumciousness.
I pulled out the bag from which a perfectly formed Pastie had been inserted
only a few hours before and stared down at the miserable pile of remnants. I almost wept.
Not one to be beaten, I pulled out a pinch of pastry crumbs
and ground lamb and tried to steer the bits into my open mouth. Air bag #1
jolted awake just as I was attempting this delicate manoeuver, sending most of
the contents down the inside of my shirt, and the rest onto my khaki pants. As
I squirmed in my seat to dislodge the food particles, trying not to disturb my
two grossly inflated bookends, I successfully managed to transfer some of the
stuff down the front round onto my back. The more I squirmed, the more it
travelled, the more it itched. It was even straying down in to the belt line.
By the time the flight landed, I was going mental, not to mention smelling like a butcher's pie shop. I made a dash for the bathroom in the
departure lounge and took off my clothes to remove the offending Pasty
particles. When I emerged to wash my
hands, I saw this crazy, grey haired old guy looking back at me. I hadn’t combed my hair after my shower this morning and I looked like the Doc in Back to the Future.
Sigh……….
Oh dear. So funny. But oh dear. Good luck flying solo at the conference!
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ReplyDeleteWe really do not like flying, so your cautionary tale just adds more fuel to the flames of our dislike of this mode of transport.
Your account really made us smile, but the whole flying experience nowadays does seem very far removed from those glamorous early days !!
Wally - hadn't appreciated that you were away on your ownio - did you enjoy yourself? Press plenty of flesh and get some contracts under your belt (as well as pie crumbs?!).
ReplyDeleteBet you're glad to be back in Vashon!
Ali x
I hope you had/have a successful conference. So, your pasties are not of the "drop it down the mine and see it bounce" variety? My Mum's weren't either. There is no store-bought equivalent.
ReplyDeleteLoved the bit about being squeezed between two airbags. I laughed out loud several times throughout this post. Thank-you! I hope the ends justified the means for this trip.
ReplyDeleteI love that you took a packed lunch.Hope the conference went well:)
ReplyDeleteglad to hear you're still supporting the Cornish pasty! what a shame it ended up as a bit of a nasty...ho ho ho.
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