Overheard at the Airport

PWM to Detroit

February 21, 2010
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Small boy, as plane lands: “We’re going down!  We’re going down!”

Mother: “BRENDAN!  That is NOT a good thing to say on an airplane!”


Small boy, waiting to deplane: “:SIGH: Well then, WHAT GATE are we going to?”

Mother: “Well, we’re leaving you at the Lost and Found, so…”


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February 21, 2010
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Gate agent, to a man with crutches: “Sir, do you need a wheelchair?”

Man with crutches: “No, I’m fine, thank you.”

Gate agent: “Are you sure?  It’s really no problem.”

Man with crutches: “No thank you, I’m fine.”

Gate agent: “Okay…well, good luck with your leg!”

Man with crutches: “…Thanks.”

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CLT – Word Choice Fail

January 15, 2010
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Man, as he reaches behind me for the second time to unplug his computer: Sorry, I didn’t mean to violate you again.

SEEN at the airport – BOS

December 17, 2009
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Background: There’s a passageway between the A, B, and C terminals at Logan International Airport that has a “seascape” theme.  In accordance with said theme, there are many vaguely-shaped fish, divers, squid, etc. made of colored glass embedded in the floor.  As I was going on my merry way one day I noticed the following “squid,” which leads me to believe that whoever designed this lovely “seascape” got a little bored and decided to delve deep into some latent, possibly Freudian issues within his wounded, wounded psyche.


All that comes to mind is…REALLY, Logan?

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December 9, 2009
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Man 1: Maybe I’ll add in the email, ‘It’s our one-week anniversary!’

Man 2: Yeah, you should send her a mammogram.  CANDY GRAM!  I meant candy gram!

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November 20, 2009
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Woman #1: I can read Portuguese, since I know Spanish.  But READING Portuguese is different from UNDERSTANDING Portuguese.

Woman #2: Yeah.  Portuguese is Spanish with a stroke.

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October 22, 2009
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Woman on phone: “Oh, hi honey…no, I’m not sober.”


October 9, 2009
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Setup: This absurdly creepy man sat next to me on a plane and was telling me about his “girlfriend” from Kiev that he met online and was going to visit.  This is merely a sample of the nuggets of pleasantness that came from this man’s mouth.


Creepy Guy Named Rex:  My mother passed away a month ago.  I see how my dad is now, and I really don’t ever want to be alone like that.

Me, Pressed Against the Wall of the Airplane in Sheer Terror: Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.

CGNR: Oh it’s okay.  It was actually a freak accident.  She fell down the last four stairs in the basement, hit her head, and drowned in a pool of her own blood.


CGNR:  So the first time I met my girlfriend in person, we got to the hotel and there were two twin beds…so we [pantomimes moving the beds together].  Then in the morning, I notice that she puts on the SAME underwear as the day before.  Then the next day, she puts on the SAME pair of underwear.  I asked her how many pairs she has, and she says “two.”  So I went out and bought her a week’s worth of underwear, and said that American girls change their underwear up to four times a day!


CGNR: I stopped dating American two years ago.


September 24, 2009
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Continental gate agent, to computer: You know what? THIS IS BULLSHIT!


September 20, 2009
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Not really a quote, but airport-relevant.

In a Snapple cap: “Dolphins sleep with one eye open.”


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