Yesterday, as flight to Boston is about to land, friendly steward comes to me and asks, "Are you the UM?" Seeing my blank look he explains, "Unaccompanied Minor". Bloody hell.
And this other time, I'm reading HP 6 (it had released the previous day, see) on a flight from Delhi to Madras when moronic air hostess comes to me and tries to give me a- I kid you not- jetkids goody bag. With an indulgent smile on her face.
Why do these things happen to me?
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6 comments:
awwwww!
well, i was just remarking to a friend a couple of days back that i felt old and withered because i don't get offered those goodie-bags anymore.
Well, never got those goody bag when I was a kid. I think I was already too old for them when they started doling them out...
arunrajiaww..here was your chance then. :P
:P
Heh heh.
Eye: Stop laughing :P
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