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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 22:32:57 GMT
That makes no sense at all unless he was the whore. I thought it was the whores who needed to lure customers, not the potential customers who needed to inform whores that they were ready for a transaction.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 22:46:24 GMT
Go figure...some salesmen have a certain reputation for sleaze and narcissism IMHO or he was that insecure. He seemed quite amused by it as though it was some kind of a trade term. I had never heard the term "whore lure" before then but, I also don't hang with traveling salesmen.
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Post by lagatta on Sept 21, 2014 0:47:18 GMT
I enjoyed that song too, especially the musician who stepped in and saved everyone. Was he a trucker, or an amateur pilot?
I think it worked somehow, despite the gross disregard for safety, because of how anxious flying and being cooped up on a plane makes many of us.
As for the "brown" boy, I remember a little cousin of mine stating that he was "brown" (he is mostly Indigenous) quite matter-of-factly. That didn't bother him in the slightest. What made him very sad was his absent father, a talented writer, but also a "polytoxicomane", one who is addicted to many substances: heroin, booze, cocaine and other stuff.
Little cousin is now a bruiser of a very skilled teenage ice hockey player; hope he fares well.
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Post by mossie on Sept 21, 2014 7:27:36 GMT
Its turned into a real fun thread. "Whores lure" indeed Casi. That is a good pickup line in the right circumstances.
And as for you htmb, getting drunk on planes can be good or very bad, dependant. Part of our flying training was learning how to drink which should be a compulsory part of higher education. When we had planes where oxygen was mandatory from takeoff i discovered that full oxygen was the best hangover cure.
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Post by htmb on Sept 21, 2014 14:19:34 GMT
Never drunk, Mossie, just slightly sedated.
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Post by mich64 on Sept 28, 2014 12:50:05 GMT
We are home! Flight home was thankfully uneventful. I felt sorry for one of the flight attendants, a couple in his section kept signalling for him it seemed at least a couple times an hour, I am not sure what they could have been asking for each time but the attendant looked frustrated.
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Post by htmb on Sept 28, 2014 12:57:58 GMT
Welcome back, Mich! Looking forward to hearing all about your trip.
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Post by mich64 on Sept 28, 2014 13:11:58 GMT
Thank you htmb! Many photos to come! Spending this day finishing the laundry and then I can begin to load photos so I can begin to formulate a report. My husband was back to work today, how life quickly returns to normal but we are already beginning to think of where to go next year! London/Paris is being considered at this point.
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Post by htmb on Sept 28, 2014 17:15:05 GMT
I sat next to a nice woman on the Phoenix to Atlanta leg of my travels yesterday and we talked for just a few minutes. Something I rarely do on planes. She was dismayed because Delta was showing a film and was selling earphones to anyone who didn't have their own. She purchased a pair for $2.00, and then the movie turned out to be Disney's Malificent. Since I had a magazine I wasn't reading I passed it on to her.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2014 17:27:33 GMT
We are home! Flight home was thankfully uneventful. I felt sorry for one of the flight attendants, a couple in his section kept signalling for him it seemed at least a couple times an hour, I am not sure what they could have been asking for each time but the attendant looked frustrated. Ha ha, that is in the same as in the nursing homes. Just the fact that a call button exists seems to inspire certain people to use it as much as possible. I remember a trip once in Australia where I was sitting next to a "UM" (unaccompanied minor) who used the button at least a dozen times on a one-hour flight, along the lines of "bring me a Coke" followed by "take my empty can away immediately."
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Post by mich64 on Sept 28, 2014 17:57:39 GMT
I agree Kerouac, it seemed like they could not resist it! I was concerned at first that perhaps someone was having health difficulties but no, just needing some extra attention I guess.
htmb, Malificent was also a choice on my Lufthansa flight! I did not partake in that film but I did watch Grace of Monaco with Nicole Kidman which I enjoyed. I also watched The Other Woman but without the benefit of being able to ask my husband about a dozen questions, I do not think I understood half of the film. I then watched 10 episodes of The Big Bang Theory, same problem there but I adore the character named Sheldon.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2014 17:25:17 GMT
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Post by lagatta on Sept 30, 2014 23:33:45 GMT
Deleting - told same story upstream.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 20:28:57 GMT
My return flight back to NOLA from NY recently was quite eventful and a very loooong day that ran into late night.
For convenience sake I had booked a flight in and out of the smaller airport on Long Island which is just a 50 minute ride from Brigehampton. My dear friend Jane who had kindly provided me this trip as a much needed get away picked me up and rode me to the airport out of the goodness of her heart. I did however have to work around her scheduling needs which meant arriving for my departing flight back to NOLA almost 3 hours before the scheduled flight. I really didn'yt mind at all and had reading material and it was a gorgeous day outside so I parked myself on a bench outside the terminal. I was to make a connecting flight in Philadelphia which meant I would take a much smaller "puddle jumper" small jet as the flight is only a wee bit over an hour.
I was sitting outside when one of the American Airline clerks came out and asked me my name and my destination and then asked me to please report to the desk inside. The plane I was due to fly out on had some major mechanical malfunction so the flight was due to be cancelled. Because I was so very early they put me in a cab in order to transport me to JFK which under normal circumstances would take about an hour and a half tops. But, there was major traffic holdups and severe thunderstorms and a MLB game at a nearby stadium so it was really touch and go as to whether or not I would make the flight (on a different airline). We got there with minutes to spare but because of the switch in airlines I had to re-check my one bag. That's when the gentleman who checked my bag told me that the flight I was due to fly out on was delayed by weather for at least 2 1/2 to 3 hours. I wandered around the terminal for a bit, sat in the lounge and had a cocktail or two nearby the gate I was to leave from. Obsessively checking the board and seeing that the time kept being changed later and later. Finally, I see that we are getting closer to boarding time and also find out to my delight that I had got "bumped up" to 1st class. I was so weary and bleary eyed when I finally boarded and found my nice big roomy seat. I thought I had the whole two seats to myself when a gentleman approaches to sit beside me. We both did a "double take" because it was someone I knew from a very long time ago and was well acquainted with at one time. He was/is a musician from the UK who had come to NOLA around 1980 lured by the music of New Orleans and the music he had heard from an uncle who was a huge NOLA blues and jazz fan. He and a buddy showed up at our local music club and became regulars, got a job at the bar doing some handy work and reveled in getting to hear the likes of James Booker and other musicians of that era. My husband and I became quite fond of them and had them over to dinner on many an occasion. Initially he played guitar primarily but the house he and his friend rented in the neighborhood had an old funky piano and he taught himself to play all in the style of the musicians he was hearing play live. He went on to form his own band and worked his way up the ranks of becoming a very talented musician. We would go and listen to him often. His reputation grew far and wide and soon he was not only performing solo or with his own band but became a sought after studio musician with Keith Richards, Taj Mahal and primarily Bonnie Rait (whom he was just coming off of a tour with). We were both elated with encountering one another and told story after story, laughed and reminisced about the days 40 years ago when he was a mere lad arriving in New Orleans. New Orleans is his home and he married a local lass who works as a costume maker in the TV/movie industry and bought a house in the 9th Ward. He won an EMMY two years ago and is a bona fide true success story. His name is Jon Cleary. What a delight!!!!
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 26, 2018 20:46:15 GMT
!!!!!
Wow!! I think you may have won the Airplane Companions sweepstakes with that one, Casimira! One of those times where you can only think that it was meant to be, what with all the strange movements and changes to get you to that place at that time. What a lovely reunion, besides.
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Post by lagatta on Aug 26, 2018 22:03:20 GMT
Young Indigenous cousin - scholarships abroad.
Writer Dad - died young from his various excesses.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 22:26:12 GMT
Young Indigenous cousin - scholarships abroad. Writer Dad - died young from his various excesses.
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Post by Kimby on Aug 27, 2018 4:04:40 GMT
A couple times I’ve been seated next to young women that I hit it off so well with that we became Facebook friends. One in particular, a slender brown-eyed blonde could’ve been my little sister, though 30 years younger which would’ve been a biological impossibility for my Mom!
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