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Bloody flight was late.

Good thing I was in fus' klaas, cause mi get fi wait it out in air-conditioned comfort. I used the time wisely to transcribe an interview I did in St Kitts about them hosting cricket world cup matches in 2007. I had the headphones over my ears, there was no speakers in the lounge. About 10 minutes before the time that the check-in guy (very pleasant, used my name during the check-in process, that's a sign of good customer service) told me we would board.

Luckily, I heard faintly them say 'final boarding call for flight X', dashed downstairs, cleared immigration, and...

...oh. Let me digress. The security man says "Yamfoot, are you still a hotel manager?" I say no. He says "what's your occupation now?" I say "that's a good question....let's say 'student'".

So, on to Immigration. While there I hear "will passengers X, Y and Yamfoot please clear immigration now and board the aircraft. Failure to do so will mean your bags will be removed and you will be denied boarding".

I rush to Gate 3, complain to the man that you can't hear the announcements from the First Class lounge. He agreed with me and then said "so in that case I will excuse you". You'd better. Walked as quickly as I could in the yamfoot high heels (have to dress to puss boot when you in Fus Klaaas you know!), and found that a Minister close to PJ was in my seat. No worry for there was an empty row across, so I had two seats to myself. What bliss!

As soon as I put my bags up overhead, a guy from Cattle Class who I know comes up to me and says "I see the cricket writing has paid off". I told him not so at all, but didn't bother to expand on how I got to be riding up front.

Also in First Class were a work colleague of my brother (I went and said hello) and my father's boss at the bank (I was not a Gladys....later on at home Pops asked me why I didn't go and tell him who I was). There was a Dr Winston there also. I don't know him, but I found out his name as he was talking so damn loud on the cell phone!

Food ok. Dessert was divine. The PM's special advisor said he had no option but to take the fruits. I then said to the Purser, mi waan di chocolate cake, and that she was to tell him to work it off tomorrow. She agreed with me.

On the ground, many flights had by now come in. Our flight would normally have come in about 11:15am, and it was now after 1:00pm. So you had many Air Jamaica flights and two AA flights. Immigration line long. Chit chatted with Bro's colleague who asked "now which one are you? Sis or Yamfoot?"

Got luggage, cleared customs (they didn't ask me to open any bags) and got picked up soon thereafter.

Came home, then went to the bank and immediately as a result of driving on the road for a couple minutes, I realize why I can't stay here for too long. Bloody impatient people like to get my blood boiling. Borish Jamaicans.

Back to the Eastern Caribbean I go in a few weeks.

Posted by yamfoot at July 29, 2004 09:36 PM