Shadow Blade
02-19-2011, 07:54 PM
So much for a weekend vacation. All I wanted was to have a great Spring Break with my family. It's a freaking weekend for crying out loud. Not even 24 hours and I get into trouble no one has or possibly has ever gotten into. Let me tell you, be lucky you didn't go to Greece this Spring. Let me tell you...
I am a teacher at Nancy Harcest Elementary, been for the past 7 years, will continue on until I die. It's simply put like this: I teach the 3rd graders. I have a lovely wife and 2 great children. And blah, blah, blah going to the start of my adventure.
It was a adventure just getting on the plane. Getting the baggage on the plane went something like this: there was a lady working the baggage. Unfortunatly, the lady spoke Spanish. I studied French, not Spanish.
"Excuse me, miss."
"Si seńor."
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Sentimos que desea que la línea."
I don't know what she pointed to, but I asked for the manager.
"Si voy a obtener el administrador de."
She grabbed the microphone and said
"El Sr. Boshine que se necesitan en el mostrador 11."
The manager came to the counter and siad "Lo siento Alejandra, yo me encargo de este
."
She grinned and called for the next person in line. I think.
"You speak English?" he asked. I nodded my head. "You need that line." and he pointed to a line that seemed a mile long. I grew a grim look and went to the back.
The fun part was, the next person we had trouble with is a woman who spoke French. I had this in the bag.
"Hi, here you go."
"Désolé, je ne parle pas anglais."
"Oh, sorry. Salut, voici mes billets."
"Bon, je vais tampon ces pour vous voilŕ!"
She stamped the tickets and pointed to the tunnel.
Trouble in the plane. I sat down and fit myself in. Some woman was staring out the window, unaware that I was there. I sat confortably, waiting for the captain to say to put seatbelts on. Later on, I felt a slight poke on my shoulder. I woke up in a blink.
"Um, excuse me, you're in my seat." a lady said. Still a little groggy, I looked at my ticket again. It actually said A-13. I was in E-13. I rubbed my eyes and got up and moved to the correct seat. I fell asleep.
Enjoy the story! =-)
I am a teacher at Nancy Harcest Elementary, been for the past 7 years, will continue on until I die. It's simply put like this: I teach the 3rd graders. I have a lovely wife and 2 great children. And blah, blah, blah going to the start of my adventure.
It was a adventure just getting on the plane. Getting the baggage on the plane went something like this: there was a lady working the baggage. Unfortunatly, the lady spoke Spanish. I studied French, not Spanish.
"Excuse me, miss."
"Si seńor."
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Sentimos que desea que la línea."
I don't know what she pointed to, but I asked for the manager.
"Si voy a obtener el administrador de."
She grabbed the microphone and said
"El Sr. Boshine que se necesitan en el mostrador 11."
The manager came to the counter and siad "Lo siento Alejandra, yo me encargo de este
."
She grinned and called for the next person in line. I think.
"You speak English?" he asked. I nodded my head. "You need that line." and he pointed to a line that seemed a mile long. I grew a grim look and went to the back.
The fun part was, the next person we had trouble with is a woman who spoke French. I had this in the bag.
"Hi, here you go."
"Désolé, je ne parle pas anglais."
"Oh, sorry. Salut, voici mes billets."
"Bon, je vais tampon ces pour vous voilŕ!"
She stamped the tickets and pointed to the tunnel.
Trouble in the plane. I sat down and fit myself in. Some woman was staring out the window, unaware that I was there. I sat confortably, waiting for the captain to say to put seatbelts on. Later on, I felt a slight poke on my shoulder. I woke up in a blink.
"Um, excuse me, you're in my seat." a lady said. Still a little groggy, I looked at my ticket again. It actually said A-13. I was in E-13. I rubbed my eyes and got up and moved to the correct seat. I fell asleep.
Enjoy the story! =-)