Conversations you wished you had never started...
Posted by: seagull on 24 July 2010
Yesterday was the last day of term, school finished at 1:30 due to the Farnborough Airshow. So Mrs Seagull picked Miss Seagull from school and they went round to one of the other Mum’s for the afternoon. Anyway, the Pimms and Champagne(!) flowed for several hours. I got a phone call – could I pick them up on my way back from work as she wasn’t in a fit state to drive?
Not this conversation…
When I picked them up, Mrs S was giggly and told me about how she’d met the Red Arrows pilots in the Hotel gym that she goes to in the morning and how the Pimms was getting stronger as the afternoon wore on and that one of the other mums had flashed her boobs at the Red Arrows as they flew overhead…
This one…
This morning Mrs S went to get her car. Miss seagull was still sleeping so I couldn’t take her before the traffic built up, so she went to catch the bus. She walked to the bus stop at the end of the road. There was a “senior” man there with a rucksack who was looking at his watch …
Mrs S: “There will be one soon, they run every ten miutes.”
Man: “I’ve been here twenty and it still hasn’t come.”
Mrs S: “Oh, I’m sure it won’t be long”
A couple of minutes later…
Mrs S: “Are you going to the airshow then?”
MISTAKE!!!!!!!!!
When the bus arrived they got on and he sat next to her….
Apparently, not only is he going to the Airshow, he has a pass (which he proudly showed Mrs S) and walks the perimeter fence as part of the volunteer security looking for suspicious packages (“like his rucksack” thought Mrs S.) So he gets to see the display for free. He used to catch the complementary bus from one of the railway stations but apparently they search everyone when they arrive at the Airshow so it takes ages, he prefers to use the normal public transport. He has a blog (he does! I’m sure you can find it), he has spent 10 hours each day updating it from his shed – he has power and lighting and a broadband connection in his shed. He seemed unimpressed that the Red Arrows pilots were staying at Hotel XXX though, he had expected them to stay at the more exclusive Hotel YYY.
There was another man on the bus who spent the entire journey looking out of the window with his hand over his mouth and his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Mrs S was glad when she got to her stop (which, fortunately was not the same one as Airshow Man.)
Not this conversation…
When I picked them up, Mrs S was giggly and told me about how she’d met the Red Arrows pilots in the Hotel gym that she goes to in the morning and how the Pimms was getting stronger as the afternoon wore on and that one of the other mums had flashed her boobs at the Red Arrows as they flew overhead…
This one…
This morning Mrs S went to get her car. Miss seagull was still sleeping so I couldn’t take her before the traffic built up, so she went to catch the bus. She walked to the bus stop at the end of the road. There was a “senior” man there with a rucksack who was looking at his watch …
Mrs S: “There will be one soon, they run every ten miutes.”
Man: “I’ve been here twenty and it still hasn’t come.”
Mrs S: “Oh, I’m sure it won’t be long”
A couple of minutes later…
Mrs S: “Are you going to the airshow then?”
MISTAKE!!!!!!!!!
When the bus arrived they got on and he sat next to her….
Apparently, not only is he going to the Airshow, he has a pass (which he proudly showed Mrs S) and walks the perimeter fence as part of the volunteer security looking for suspicious packages (“like his rucksack” thought Mrs S.) So he gets to see the display for free. He used to catch the complementary bus from one of the railway stations but apparently they search everyone when they arrive at the Airshow so it takes ages, he prefers to use the normal public transport. He has a blog (he does! I’m sure you can find it), he has spent 10 hours each day updating it from his shed – he has power and lighting and a broadband connection in his shed. He seemed unimpressed that the Red Arrows pilots were staying at Hotel XXX though, he had expected them to stay at the more exclusive Hotel YYY.
There was another man on the bus who spent the entire journey looking out of the window with his hand over his mouth and his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Mrs S was glad when she got to her stop (which, fortunately was not the same one as Airshow Man.)
You thought this lot were nerds? 