Why Did I Agree to This?
“So, do you think they’ll all sound like Sean Connery? Or maybe that macho guy in the timetravel series that all the women are swooning over?” Laughter filled his right ear. “Wait. Wait, I got it. They’re gonna sound like the farmer from that pig movie that came out a while back. ‘Babe’! Right? That was the name, ‘Babe’?”
The booming commentary came from his cousin, Geoff. There are days when he is such an ignoramus. Before responding, Drew noticed the stares that he and Geoff were getting. At this point, Drew couldn’t decide if it was due to the stupid questions, or how Geoff had gotten increasingly loud and obnoxious with each pint of beer he consumed. “You’re drunk.” He saw Geoff scoff at his statement.
“Well, when that plane is airborne, I want to sleep all the way to Bonnie-freakin’-Scotland.” Geoff roared for the benefit of their fellow passengers, shaking his left leg for effect, despite the apparent weight of the blue and white cast he wore. Yup, he’s an ass.
Drew shook his head in disbelief that he had agreed to accompany his irrepressible cousin to Scotland. It was bad enough he had given up the opportunity to produce more third cutting alfalfa, the buds of which translated to agricultural gold. It also appeared that he would have to endure many hours of drunken bloviating as well. Remember, it’s only a week.
“Attention ladies and gentlemen. This is first call for Trans European flight number sixty-three, ninety-one to Edinburgh, Scotland.”
“Alll riiight!” Geoff’s exuberant outburst and fist pump caused the flight attendant to cover the surface of the microphone in her hand and glare at him.
“In five minutes, we will begin boarding passengers who need assistance and families with children.” She held Geoff at bay with considerable stink-eye. “If you meet that description, please have your boarding passes out and ready.”
Drew looked toward the ceiling. Please let him pass out soon!
The booming commentary came from his cousin, Geoff. There are days when he is such an ignoramus. Before responding, Drew noticed the stares that he and Geoff were getting. At this point, Drew couldn’t decide if it was due to the stupid questions, or how Geoff had gotten increasingly loud and obnoxious with each pint of beer he consumed. “You’re drunk.” He saw Geoff scoff at his statement.
“Well, when that plane is airborne, I want to sleep all the way to Bonnie-freakin’-Scotland.” Geoff roared for the benefit of their fellow passengers, shaking his left leg for effect, despite the apparent weight of the blue and white cast he wore. Yup, he’s an ass.
Drew shook his head in disbelief that he had agreed to accompany his irrepressible cousin to Scotland. It was bad enough he had given up the opportunity to produce more third cutting alfalfa, the buds of which translated to agricultural gold. It also appeared that he would have to endure many hours of drunken bloviating as well. Remember, it’s only a week.
“Attention ladies and gentlemen. This is first call for Trans European flight number sixty-three, ninety-one to Edinburgh, Scotland.”
“Alll riiight!” Geoff’s exuberant outburst and fist pump caused the flight attendant to cover the surface of the microphone in her hand and glare at him.
“In five minutes, we will begin boarding passengers who need assistance and families with children.” She held Geoff at bay with considerable stink-eye. “If you meet that description, please have your boarding passes out and ready.”
Drew looked toward the ceiling. Please let him pass out soon!
