Tea! (the best kind!)
Did I tell you that I left a hundred dollars worth of tea on the plane, on the way back to Singapore? Tea can be pretty awful, like licking gravel, but this stuff was premium. We visited a tea plantation while we were in Sri Lanka, and Wally bought a few canisters of silver-tip tea (apparently the best kind) and a box of tea bags for the office. It was the only thing we bought while we were there, and Wally had meant for the tea to be given away as presents when we got back, so he was understandably upset. Especially because he had asked me NOT to push the bag under the seats. According to him, I need to have things in my direct line of sight or I'll leave things behind. When we found the bag containing our tea missing, he was all I-told-you-so-y.
Wally: That's why I wanted to put the tea under the seat!
Ami: Aargh, I knooow!
But what I didn't say was that I had my reasons for not leaving the tea in the empty seat between us. What if, something happened during take-off? A technical fault causes a wing to rip off, or the engine explodes and a blade from the turbine comes flying through the side? We survive the initial crash, but the plane catches fire. We manage to get our belts off, but in trying to rush for the gaping hole in the side of the fuselage, we trip over the damn bag with our tea. And then we die. Horribly. Because we tripped over a bag of expensive silver-tip tea (the best kind). Which should have safely tucked under the seat. Like the safety video said.
And then when Wally and I are in heaven, waiting in line for our harps, I'll turn to him:
Ami: That's why I DIDN'T want to put the tea under the seat!
Wally: Aargh, I knooow!
So anyway, I called the lost and found counter at the airport, and they took down my details. But Wally and I were not particularly hopeful. We imagined the stewards on flight UL 302 enjoying a nice cup of silver-tip tea in the galley at our expense, and curtly telling people to go back to their seats because the seat belt sign was still on (which is what happened to me).
But today while I was out running errands, I got a call from the lost and found counter, saying that my bag of tea had been found. Since I was already out, and I had only taken a half hour for lunch, I decided to take a cab down to the airport before traffic got bad. I was back at the office with my bag of tea within 40 mins.
You should have seen Wally, reverently lifting out canisters of tea and exclaiming to himself. And then he made tea for everyone in the office. It was nice. Best of all, nobody had to die because it was in the way of a flaming hole in the side of a plane.
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Wally: That's why I wanted to put the tea under the seat!
Ami: Aargh, I knooow!
But what I didn't say was that I had my reasons for not leaving the tea in the empty seat between us. What if, something happened during take-off? A technical fault causes a wing to rip off, or the engine explodes and a blade from the turbine comes flying through the side? We survive the initial crash, but the plane catches fire. We manage to get our belts off, but in trying to rush for the gaping hole in the side of the fuselage, we trip over the damn bag with our tea. And then we die. Horribly. Because we tripped over a bag of expensive silver-tip tea (the best kind). Which should have safely tucked under the seat. Like the safety video said.
And then when Wally and I are in heaven, waiting in line for our harps, I'll turn to him:
Ami: That's why I DIDN'T want to put the tea under the seat!
Wally: Aargh, I knooow!
So anyway, I called the lost and found counter at the airport, and they took down my details. But Wally and I were not particularly hopeful. We imagined the stewards on flight UL 302 enjoying a nice cup of silver-tip tea in the galley at our expense, and curtly telling people to go back to their seats because the seat belt sign was still on (which is what happened to me).
But today while I was out running errands, I got a call from the lost and found counter, saying that my bag of tea had been found. Since I was already out, and I had only taken a half hour for lunch, I decided to take a cab down to the airport before traffic got bad. I was back at the office with my bag of tea within 40 mins.
You should have seen Wally, reverently lifting out canisters of tea and exclaiming to himself. And then he made tea for everyone in the office. It was nice. Best of all, nobody had to die because it was in the way of a flaming hole in the side of a plane.
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