George settled in, briefcase tucked beneath his seat. A double ouzo would be the perfect start to the long overnight flight to Athens.
Reaching for the call button, he adjusted the vent to send a cool stream of air wafting across his face. Almost immediately, an adjacent nozzle began to spew water. What the hell?
To his astonishment, a sudden cascade of dirt showered down upon him. Frantic, he unbuckled himself and stood, whereupon a two-foot tongue of flame shot from the armrest, searing off his eyebrows.
Crap, George thought. This’ll be the last time I fly Greek Elemental Airways.
Awesome way to start a Monday morning.
ReplyDeleteOuzo: Breakfast of Champions!
ReplyDeleteThat's why I only trust French wines when traveling. It's aetheraly safer!
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