Plane pain
I arrived at the airport and discovered my plane upside down on the runway.
“What’s our plane doing upside down?” I asked the man behind the airport reception desk.
“It’s not doing anything, sir” he said. “In fact the verb ‘doing’ is not applicable to this beleaguered aeroplane. I would not use the word ‘doing’ to describe this inert, belly-up, non-asset to the commercial aviation industry at all. Its inability to perform its intended function, due to its unorthodox placement upon the tarmac, renders it redundant for the foreseeable future, so ‘doing’ is not on the agenda here. ‘Doing’ implies a form of activity — a purposeful act, an action, a deed — and I’m afraid this once marvel of modern engineering has seemingly capitulated, strongly indicated by its current position. I would therefore anticipate a non-doing display and an imminent extensive delay, nullifying the expectations of all the passengers who will now have to re-schedule their plans accordingly. This figures strongly in the slim to zero odds I can offer you of ever traveling on that plane, sir.”
“But why is the plane upside down?” I asked.
“Don’t ask me. I’m just the airport cleaner,” he replied.
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