(on travelling to Ireland a few weeks back)
Just after security a man tries to explain to a woman that she'll be let back through if she goes back out of security as long as she takes her boarding pass with her: "Carte de embarquet? El carte de la embarquento? You speak Italian? Oh Spanish. Oh well, they're all the same aren't they?"
Why are they always trying to raffle off super cars at airports? Do they get tax-free super cars? Or is there some clever gambling / airport / super car loophole? Or are just people especially gullible at airports? My favourite theory is they started with the raffling of super cars when you had to be loaded to fly and essentially any airport departure lounge was exclusively first class and so super cars went hand in hand with jet planes. Now of course, anyone can fly, but the companies are still stuck with the super car airport gambling contract praying desperately that Mrs. Chantelle Smith accompanying her nan from Luton to Majorica won't win it.
Boy to his young brother in Starbucks both drinking some super concentrate healthy hippy fruit juice when all they wanted was orange squash: "Just keep drinking it, it'll get better". Yeah start believing that line now kid.
Also in Starbucks; blueberry muffins. (I can't remember if that was it or it was going to be the start of a witty anecdote that I just didn't finish because they called my flight.)
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