Little Minx. Poppity Goblet. Sausage. Boo-boo. Pussycat.

Fastidious. Minor weakness for bananas and berries. Intrigued by her own nasal cavities. Likes a wander. Bossy boots. Considerate to soft toys. Enjoys a good lick of the coe-woe before bedtime. Furtive ice cube thief. Says Chinese words. With an English accent. Snores (gently). Lacks canines. A bloody genius.

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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Beef, Chicken or Armadillo?


26 July 2006 Flying back to Singapore for a summer break, Saffron braved the 13 hour flight with much aplomb, aside from a couple of episodes involving airsick bags. To this day she still recalls how she was ill on the flight and has an aversion to plane food (so who doesn't).

Saffron's farewell party at Heathrow

In response to the flight attendant's robotic "Beef or Vermicelli?" when supper was served, Saffron, without missing a beat, replied "Armadillo". At which point we both turned to each other and burst out laughing, she having realised her confusion, me having realised her genius. Not only was the very funny joke lost on the purple-eyeshadowed trolley dolly, they weren't even able to fulfil Saffron's request. What does a girl need to do to get some armadillo these days?

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