Random London note on my Blackberry

- You shouldn't sit there, - says the nice stewardess.

I'm sitting on а cover of a life raft built into the emergency exit. I can't sit in my coach seat for long, not with my legs. Come to think of it, this is probably the only time I am ever inconvenienced by my 190cm stature.

- Do you think the door will open? - I say.

- No, but the life raft might, - she parries, - and once it extends inside the cabin, people will not like that. You can sit here though, - she points to the flight attendant's slide-out seat.

Nice she is indeed. FA's seat has more leg room than I need, plus I am not flanked, as I am in my assigned space, by a gentleman one could fairly precisely describe as "an old English wanker".

We should be landing in two hours. I am hoping Allison is a fan of Belgian truffles since I had to go back home for them, having forgotten to put them in a bag this morning.

Damn the early morning meetings.

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Наши на работе чуть не потухли от смеха...

http://goblin-gaga.livejournal.com/888475.html

{Dank Wel vavchuga}