At the aerotrain terminal, I paused briefly and looked at my reflection in the glass doors. It was the wee hours of the morning, and the only people around were half-dazed passengers and some cleaning staff.
Not bad, I thought to myself, adjusting my tie. Even after 12 hours of intercontinental flight, I still cut a dashing figure in my uniform. I caught sight of a young Dutch couple looking at me. Passengers off my flight, most probably.
Well, they wouldn't be the first to entertain thoughts of a threesome with a cute young pilot, I chuckled to myself, as the train glided onto the platform. I was used to the stares, but nevertheless, I stood a little straighter and walked into the train.
It was still dark outside, and I could still see myself in the mirrored glass of the rapidly-moving train. The Dutch couple wee now behind me, occasionally casting glances my way. I gave them my best angle. Tyra would be so proud of me. I touched my hair to make sure all was in it's proper place.
I was glad now that I'd told the tailor to make my jacket just a little slimmer around the waist. It's amazing what suits can do to your figure, with shoulderpads you could fire missiles from and waistlines so small you need to suck in just to button up.
The train finally reached the terminal. As casually as possible, knowing full well that admiring eyes were on me, I expertly maneuvered my luggage (Victorinox, of course) into position behind me with just a flick of my wrist and a shove of a toe. The train doors opened, and I stepped out.
Only to crash spectacularly, full-bodied, into a glass panel. The train's doors had opened, but not the station's. I had grossly mistimed my smooth exit.
The glass panels wobbled violently, and then slowly slid open. I heard a soft snickering from somewhere behind me, but was too mortified to turn around. I wished I could disappear into the gap between train and platform but realised i was probably too fat and probably would get stuck halfway down.
Face burning, knees smarting, I quickly rushed out and flew for the elevators, cursing the makers of that idiotic aerotrain.
Well, so much for the dashing, well-coordinated pilot anyway. And there goes my chances of a second swinging proposition.
11 Boarding Passes:
Ouch. Now, that must have hurt.
But it could have made your more approachable. That sexy, klutzy pilot.
oh my,
malu tak terhingga.
And there I was thinking you had your fly open or something.
Although that could have gotten you a second proposition. Hehe
Hmmm. Would still be dashing even if not coordinated with station door. As did he dash for the elevators.
Hehehe... Reminds me of the incident where I was playing with the glass door at my aunt's house in Malacca many years ago...
My parents told me to stop playing with it, but I didn't, and I walked right smack into it when I wanted to greet my aunty who came back to the house.
Hehe.
Oh, someone's embarrassed, eh? So "malufyingly" embarrassed.
lol.. what a day ehh..
Oh my god~! that's hilarious! in a fierce tyra way of course~
What would have made Tyra proud is if you had recovered the way she did during Season 5 0r 6 when she fell flat on her face whilst playing diva, got up fiercely and screamed her booty all the way outta there.
"Hahahahhaaa...." thats all i can say
Would dashed as well, but really one attention grabber of the day...
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