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Sam Watson was standing at the arrivals gate at Rio Airport, holding a bunch of flowers. He was worried. Judy's plane was three hours late and nobody knew why. Sam walked over to the bar and had a drink. He walked back to the arrivals gate. No news. He walked back to the bar and had another drink. Still no news... Back to the bar...
Two hours (and eight drinks) later, Judy's plane landed, and after another half hour the passengers started coming out. Sam smiled, and looked for Judy. After a time he stopped smiling. Finally, the last passenger came through. It wasn't Judy. Sam said a big bad word. What had happened? He went over to the information desk.
- My name's Sam Watson. Have you got any messages for me? Sam said another big bad word, tore up the paper, and gave the flowers to the stewardess. - What time's the next plane to London? Behind Sam, a tall beautiful girl was listening to his conversation. When she heard the word "London", she smiled. |
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