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jauhar
Violet Alma
United States

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The Wrong way.

“BWIA; British Worst Investment Abroad.”

Boredom had engulfed me since eight hours ago.God, I could cuff my travel agent or maybe myself for making last minute plans. The next time I’m going through Caracas. You’re always guaranteed a free room at the Hilton in cases like these.

“ The plane is ready to leave.”

“Which gate are we boarding from?”

“I don’t know I was looking for you.”

“God damn it; there are two BWee planes on the tarmac which one is ours.”

“Welcome aboard BWIA flight to Piarco.”

“Holly shit we are on the wrong flight.”

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karjon Comment by: karjon - 2008-03-25 13:01
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Hi Alma

An amusing Wee Story of a thing every traveller dreads.

The punctuation (and, in one case, spelling) is off here and there - if you take Nora's edits, that'll be sorted.

Thanks for the read.

Cheers

Karen
lancslass Comment by: lancslass Online- 2008-03-24 08:38
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Ha, ha Entertaining story. Can certainly relate. I’ve been in the duty free when I shoulda been listening, but so far, only my bags have got on the wrong flight. Love BWIA! Thanks, good read.
jauhar Comment by: jauhar - 2008-03-23 22:33
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Okay 100 words don't give me much to work with. We are all adults here we can figure things out.
This happened to me some years back. I was traveling to Heatrow from Grantley Adams(Barbados), in the Carribbean the airports are designed differntly. At the same time as I was travelling the Airport was under construction thus it was in a mass of confussion.
The reason for not knowing which plane was mine is the fact that I was in the book shop when the plane arrived and my travel companion did not listen properly to the announcement nor did she expect two planes on the tarmac at the same time.
As we ran up the stairs of the plane the steward said.
Welcome BWIA flight to Piarco.
Thats when I knew I was on the wrong flight.
ParchmentPoetry Comment by: ParchmentPoetry Online- 2008-03-23 19:46
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Ending seems abrupt, but I love the concept. This is why I hate to fly. I'm never really sure I'm going the right way. Most airports are so big. If you can fix the ending a bit, I think it's a good story. J
Juan2 Comment by: Juan2 - 2008-03-23 17:06
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haha at that first line.

The story is amusing - the travails of travel - but I was confused in that, if the narrator was bored for 8 hours, how did he/she not figure out the right plane in all that time? Also, the 2nd voice was missing all those 8hrs? Fill in these questions, and I think the story will be even better.

happy writings.
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