Today I was standing at the South Terminals arrivals place at Gatwick Airport, and this old guy came hobbling out of the doors feebly pushing a trolley of luggage, and he walked about two feet away from the doors and stood there looking up at the signs that would direct him where to go, and he looked a little bit lost for a minute and then he went, "EMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Like, so, so, so loudly. There was so much loudness. And you have to understand that most of the people who were there didn't even shout at the people they were meeting but just waved to alert them to their presence and then celebrated together when they reached each other, in a subdued and decorous fashion. The lady next to me called, "Janice!" when her party arrived, in what would hardly even be categorized as an outdoor voice, and after she had done it she looked at me all embarrassed and explained, "We haven't seen her for twelve years," because yes, she really had to justify the bizarre outburst I had just witnessed.
So everyone kinda looked at him, but Emma did not come to claim him, and he went, "EMMAAAAAAAAA!" again, and she still did not appear, so he tottered a few steps and then a few steps again, and after he'd gone about halfway down the walkway he stopped again, looking extremely disgruntled, and hollered, "EMMAAAAAAA!" one more time. And then I guess he decided that Emma really had ditched him, or else possibly the Gatwick Airport Polite Volume Maintenance staff was ordered in to suppress him, because that was the last I heard of him.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Maybe it was Marlon Brando's ghost. (That would explain his vanishing) He appears in airports around the world, passionately calling female names...or so I've heard.
"Like, so, so, so loudly. There was so much loudness."
hehe. Verrily, I lolleth. Hello fellow Essex uni person! nice blog! wooo! go team!
Post a Comment