We didn’t quite get enough lift off,
on the runway.
So we went up the motorway instead.
M6 Northbound.
The pilot said that our landing in Ayia Napa would be delayed,
but the easterly headwinds wouldn’t be a problem now, at least.
and we would get there, eventually.
Via the A453.
I was excited.
Couldn’t wait to get off my tits on Bacardi Breezers.
Get a shit tattoo.
Shots!
However, I was a bit pissed when the cabin crew started asking about if we had any change for the toll.
Scraping about for any 5ps jammed down the side of the seats.
Surely that should have been included in the ticket price,
along with the Sour Cream Pretzels,
and the little bottle of water.
This was British Airways, after all.
By Fudge Cooper.
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