petite anglaise

August 21, 2005

frisky

Filed under: misc — bipolarinparis @ 10:15 pm

We take our seats on the soon-to-be-Paris-bound Jet2 plane, patiently parked on the tarmac of Leeds Bradford airport.

I am feeling a strange little pang. It is the first time I have left Tadpole in the mother country. She will be holidaying with mum and dad for the last week of the childminder’s vacation, and I will retrieve her next weekend. The Lover and I took the opportunity to conduct a a grand “meet the parents” tour of Yorkshire.

The pilot makes an announcement. “We are currently delayed, as two passengers have checked luggage onto this flight but have failed to put in an appearance at the boarding gate. We apologise for this delay, and will be setting off just as soon as their baggage has been removed from the hold.”

I sigh, mutter something grumpy but inaudible and glance at my watch. The only good thing about arriving in Paris a little later than expected is that I will probably not be subjected to the Grand Prix on TF1.

I reach for the Sudoku book, pen and pencil. I’m sad to say that, as with most things (blogging included), I have come to it unfashionably late. I completed my first puzzle in the Yorkshire Evening Press at 1 o’clock on Friday morning. By Saturday afternoon I was addicted and have already had several vivid dreams involving rows of numbers. Particularly 9’s, for some reason.

Time passes, without me noticing, so absorbed am I muttering “it can’t be a 4, a 7 or a 9,” or something similarly fascinating, under my breath, and then the pilot takes to the PA system once more.

“We have a new development, Ladies and Gentlemen,” he says, clearly enjoying himself. “The two missing passengers have been located and rather than remove their baggage, we will be allowing them to join us on board.”

I roll my eyes at my Lover, and we agree that we would not like to be in their shoes when they finally board the plane and feel the weight of a hundred or more Paddington stares. The pilot, however, has not yet finished his speech:

“I think you should all give them a hearty round of applause to show how much you appreciate them finally deciding to join us!”

Grinning at this somewhat unexpected suggestion, I put down my puzzle and watch the doors. Will it be another dim-looking perma-tanned couple, he with a rather too tight T-shirt, her with a Burberry handbag? Or perhaps a couple of old dears who are a little hard of hearing?

Instead I see a reasonably attractive (if you like the boy band look, which I don’t) young man and his very slinky black girlfriend. She looks flushed, and slightly dishevelled. He looks exceedingly pleased with himself.

The Lover and I give each other a conspiratorial look. “They were so shagging in the toilets,” I exclaim. Probably too loudly.

At first, no-one claps. But after a few seconds of silence, someone does start to applaud, a few rows behind us, and is joined by other, hesitant pairs of hands.

The young man shoots his companion a glance, then breaks into a wide grin and takes a theatrical bow, to rapturous applause.

I join in, unsure as to why I am enthusiastically congratulating a complete stranger on his sexual prowess (well, they must have been out of earshot of the tannoys for a good half hour) and ability to seduce such a fine looking lady. After all, these people have made me late.

Late for the Grand Prix.

I clap with renewed enthusiasm.


petite vs France Telecom
I feel I ought to share a small personal victory with you. Following the post below re France Telecom, I wrote a strongly worded letter and received a reply informing me that a full refund of € 55 would be credited to my account to “regularise the situation”.

C’est gagné (as Dora the Explorer would say)!

15 Comments

  1. So, did they manage to delay the landing as well?

    Comment by Taupe — August 21, 2005 @ 10:28 pm

  2. Well, it must be said… why didn’t they wait until the plane took off, then join the mile high club? I mean, honestly, it’s a much better story. ;)

    Have fun at the Grand Prix.. *snicker* :)

    Comment by theinsider — August 21, 2005 @ 10:31 pm

  3. I love this post.
    At least, you made it eventually, not like some of us (poor of me)…

    Comment by Miss Pink — August 22, 2005 @ 4:20 am

  4. I never missed a Grand Prix in 13 years, but I guess I would cope the loss of it only because of the reason above…. :D

    Comment by schuey — August 22, 2005 @ 7:02 am

  5. Depraved.
    Who would want to miss the Grand Prix?

    Comment by nardac — August 22, 2005 @ 11:43 am

  6. Loved the story and congratulations on your victory against Goliath! I hope some of your good fortune rubs on me when I’m dealing with a French postal service who thinks the “Royaume-uni” is in New Zealand.

    Comment by Sierra — August 22, 2005 @ 1:33 pm

  7. I’ve always wondered how a couple does actually manage to shag in the toilets without injuring themselves on toilet roll dispensers, hot-air dryers, hooks, partition walls, sticky floors or door latches.

    Not that I’m expecting a glut of answers of course.

    Comment by Greavsie — August 22, 2005 @ 2:39 pm

  8. hmm, I agree Greavsie, and I must say I’ve yet to come across a public toilet sufficiently welcoming and odour free…

    Comment by petite — August 22, 2005 @ 3:33 pm

  9. Re. “petite vs France Telecom” :

    YOU RULE PETITE !! Bravo!

    Comment by a l'ouest — August 22, 2005 @ 3:48 pm

  10. Kudos on the France Telecom vs PA victory in your favor! And I echo Greavsie’s thoughts about lavatory lovin’.

    Comment by ludivine — August 22, 2005 @ 4:05 pm

  11. Apparently it has become a fashionable game at British airports recently to not respond to any calls for your flight until you are actually called individually by name. #352 in the continuing list of reasons why I should be allowed to carry a gun.

    Comment by Alan — August 22, 2005 @ 4:41 pm

  12. I’m with Alan here. And I’m sure the passenger’s reponse to the couple’s presumed sexual interlude (they could have been shopping after all – it is the world’s most poular pastime) wouldn’t have been quite so enthuisiastic had the couple been … mmm … fat … ugly … old? Hmm. The gun would come in handy at moments like these.

    Good news about your victory against France Telecom :D

    Comment by Sarah — August 22, 2005 @ 6:05 pm

  13. Congratulation for you victory against FT. I hate stupid rules that they set, abusing their power as a company against you as an individual, thinking that anyway a lot of people won’t bother complaining. 5€, 55€ or 555€, it’s too expensive anyway!

    And a lot of other things are like that in France: how can they explain that bank transfers are charged when they do not cost them any money (and are free in UK)? As you said: preposterous!

    PS: UK is to blame as well. I am doing a loft conversion and according to the party wall act I need to appoint a surveyor (mandatory – charge £500 x 2 walls) in order to take a photo of my walls and fill the legal form! Apparently it’s due to the rule set by the MPs! grrrr!

    Comment by vonric — August 22, 2005 @ 7:44 pm

  14. Someone should have instructed that couple on the proper way to get into the “Mile High Club.” You actually have to do it ON the plane!

    BTW, good going with FT.

    Comment by Dave of the Lake — August 22, 2005 @ 8:35 pm

  15. Yes, perhaps you can write a book on how to handle Tlecom – must be magic or something. Even here they never give anything back once they have it.

    Comment by joeinvegas — August 22, 2005 @ 9:51 pm


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