Hilarity and head in the clouds…

Yesterday was a LONG day in JHB & Pretoria (not my favourite place – sorry Jozi locals), after a long week, by the time we boarded our flight back to Durbs and were sitting on the tarmac waiting for takeoff, DJ (my colleague on the Automotive company side) and I had reached that ridiculous stage that kids often reach – over tired – we were giggling our heads off at the most ridiculous things…

It all started when we were sitting on the tarmac and the flight attendant started her safety procedures demonstration … hee hee … now granted, this is definitely not Oscar winning material she is delivering, but we happened to both look at her for a moment … this is unusual to start with as I normally fanny around looking for something to read or check that last email before switching my phone off, so perhaps this is a regular occurrence that I normally miss … but I watched this girl, who did not have the pleasant smile on her face I normally associate with flight attendants … I can’t quite decide if the expression she wore was just totally vacant or if she looked like she was getting over the loss of a good friend but it hovered somewhere between those two … so as I was thinking, “Wow, this girls really LOVES her job!”, DJ leans over and whispers, “She looks really happy to be here!”. Well, DJ and I crumpled into such uncontrollable fits of laughter that we literally leaned forward and hid behind the seats in front of us trying to regain some form of composure…

And this was were the hilarity started… we laughed at increasingly stupid things, but it was just one of those rare moments when 2 people see the humour in a situation that no-one else around them does, and this makes it all the more funny…

The next thing that had us in stitches wasn’t even that funny, the guy in the seat across the aisle from us, kept getting reprimanded by every flight attendant that passed to put his seat up, but the thing was broken, so the minute he learned back it would fall back to it’s previous position, and the next flight attendant would come along and the whole performance would happen again, at the time, it was frikking HILARIOUS!…

The final thing that had us giggling, was when the Flight Attendant announced that all the food items on this flight had been reduced to R10 (we were flying One Time Airlines so there was no free food on the flight and we flew back on the last flight so they were trying to flog all the remaining food obviously), but DJ and I both start laughing immediately, and DJ says, “Right, your food is crap at the best of times, when it’s “fresh” on a 5:45am flight, now we’re going to eat a 16 hour old chicken burger just ‘cos you’ve reduced the price to R10!”… NOT!

Man, it was one of the funniest few minutes, then a weird thing happened, after I’d finished reading my novel I had brought with on the flight, I closed my eyes and laid back and thought, man it would be nice if my Personal Trainer, friend-with-benefits guy who’s based in London, Casanova, was here on holiday and I could call him and say run the bath Hun, I’m coming home … and I land and turn my cell on and who’s sent a text, Casanova! Sigh! European sex holiday required soonest! Note to self!