Originally Posted by
Petrus
Check-in was brilliant. A lovely vixen named Michelle looked after us. Upon hearing that we would only be staying two nights, flying all the way from Switzerland (I said Sweden, and only mentioned the hockey) something happened with her look, and as my friend agreed to, she would not mind me asking what time she finishes work.
This happens to me all the time as well (not the flirt with the check-in lady, the Sweden-Switzerland confusion), and that's on a good day. On a bad day I get to hear "and how is it down there in Swaziland?"
Keep the installments coming
Petrus, very enjoyable to read.