beitrag von: SylviaP
Airport Jazz
It’s 6 am and I’m leaving for a book launch in Brisbane, flying Virgin Australia.
I only have carry-on less than 7 Kg. Security made me remove my voluminous scarf.
I put it in one of the plastic boxes to be xrayed. When I got to the Gate, I saw I had forgotten to pick up the scarf.
There was no going back. Security Rules.
At the Gate sat a man wearing a cap.
I told him my story. He said he couldn‘t promise anything and dashed off.
Five minutes later he came back with the scarf.
It was the Pilot!
I saw him as I passed the Cockpit. I was wearing the scarf and thanked him again. He said it suited me.
review von: peter rosei
he said it suited me - das ist der gipfel, der tupfen auf dem i.
souverän erzählt, ruhig und klar. step by step. und obwohl viele, die meisten jedenfalls die prozedur am flughafen kennen werden, ist die geschichte doch nicht fad - eins der kennzeichen guter prosa.
guten flug!
