current | archives | profile | notes | contact | rings | host




�Nasty air!�

July 19, 2004 ~ 11:55 p.m.

Overheard on the plane between a father and his seven-year-old son during the descent to Nice:

Son: �Dad, I don�t like this. Why is the plane bouncing?�

Father: �It�s only turbulence, Sammy.�

Son: �What�s turbulence, Dad?�

Father: �Well, it�s an area of air that bounces around�that�s why the plane is bouncing. Don�t worry, this plane is built to take the bouncing.�

Son: �Why does the air do that?�

Dad: �It likes to party.�

(At this point, the author, in the midst of an amyl nitrate head rush, suppresses hard laughter.)

Son: �The air parties, Dad?�

Dad: �Well, why wouldn�t it? It�s in the perfect location�the sea is blue, the sun is shining, everything�s lovely.�

Son (after yet another bump of turbulence): �Couldn�t it wait until we pass through it?�

Dad: �It wants us to join in the party.�

Son: �I�d rather it didn�t ...� (morosely) �Nasty air!�

� M.E.M.

[Sign My Guestbook] [View My Guestbook]
Powered by E-Guestbooks Server.

Copyright � 2001-2007 by M.E. Manning. All material is written by me, unless explicitly stated otherwise by use of footnotes or bylines. Do not copy or redistribute without my permission.

Old Cinders | Fresh Fire

AMERICA FOR TRUE AMERICANS!

-