Ok I have to admit I have been very lazy for the last few weeks with this writing thing. I promise to keep on keeping on but sometimes it can be very difficult , especially with all the things I have to do.
Here is a humourous account of an Air Jamaica flight I made to a small island on Friday. Oh if there was ever a time I wish I was not a Jamaican was on Friday, October 12th. I was on my way to a small island who shall remain nameless….but I will leave you to guess at the end, where I could have gone…lol.
It all began on Air Jamaica’s flight 038 from Kingston to Montego Bay. The economy section was so full I was wondering who was going to get the jump seat as there was only standing space left. I am one of those people who like to arrive last on board as I don’t know what the hell the rush is to get on. I mean let’s get serious…you have a boarding pass and therefore you must get your seat. I totally forgot that I wasn’t checking on any luggage so when my brain caught up I was dashing to the gate……it is beyond me how Jamaicans can travel with so much bullshit, so much so one person can fill an entire bin with the crap with no space for a single little grip! As I took my seat, I scanned the plane to see if I knew anyone around me….not a soul (personally). However, this flight made me ponder on cell phone etiquette. Now every man, woman and child owns a cell phone so we should be beyond speaking on top of our lungs to get noticed right?? Wrong!
A few rows up from me was a politician and family…clearly heading out for the long weekend, despite the fact that the Heroes Day Ceremony should have been attended by all Members of Parliament……anyway…..the said gentleman took out his cell phone and proceeded with a conversation which went something like this:
MP: Miss Brown…..good morning…Minister here. I need you to write a letter for me and copy the Most Honourable PM and another Minister (name omitted intentionally).
MP: And when you address the second Minister, please give him his rightful title which is Minister of XYZPQR.
MP: What’s that Miss Brown? Yes….correct. On another note I was trying to call the office earlier today and it rang without an answer…is Miss Jones and Miss Smith in? What? Not in? No man…we have to correct that when I get back. I will call back in an hour to see what is happening.
Well if that wasn’t bad enough, a guy behind me was busy giving his secretary/assistant directions on how to find the keys with the additional bunch to the storeroom.
Guy: Sheron….yuh nuh si di big key bunch man? Look fi it. When yuh fine it yuh will si one likkle bunch pon it….the key fi di store room deh pon it. One likkel brown key…but do…nuh mek nuhbady know seh mi beg yuh fi go in deh fi mi. Janet and Rose come yet? Awright…so everything criss? Awright…oonu did write weh oonu want pon di list weh Janet gi mi yesterday? Awright..tek care…si yuh when mi get back Monday.
He then proceeds to tell the people in his row the story about the store room key. The guy next to me was no better…..he explained to someone on his cell that “I signed the contract yesterday….they know I don’t work for less than $150,000 a day so take it or leave it”
Now people…..is so people show off? Well the real comedy started when I got to Montego Bay and waited on my connection to the small island. To begin with, it looks like the island ordered a trailer load of entertainers or something. I felt I stuck out as a sore thumb as I was one of the few people who didn’t have multi-coloured hair, fake D and G shades and outfits that are clearly available online from a speciality store. A group of 3 women stood up in a corner who fit this description with their cell phone, obviously speaking to someone in the small island:
Girl: Hello? Puncie? Weh yuh seh yuh bredda name again? Billy? Awright…gimme Billy address again….weh mi fi tell dem? Mi and Billy a fren? Ok…..mi ‘ave it….awright…tenks. My appreciate the ‘ook up.
This was followed by some confusion with 2 of the 3 girls as the one who was writing the info down wrote the WRONG phone number!! Wow….so we are now on the aircraft…..I am saying “Thank you Lord for not making the flight too full”. So as we take off, the pilto announces that it is one hour to our destination and the weather may make the flight a little bumpy…..
The first air pocket made the plane feel as if we were going straight down to the sea. It was followed by some bawl outs…..”lawd puppa Jesus…ah wah dis pon wi…di plane lick a pothole….mi know seh mi shoulda did stay home….” as well as “yuh know seh people haffi brave fi tek dem yah singting ya!”
Now here is the part that makes me regret being a Jamaican. After landing and going through the not so bad immigration….the customs woman looked at me and said “Jamaica?”. When I said yes she said “Policy…we are told that Jamaican searches are 100% so put your little suitcase up here”. After digging up my mentionables and unmentionables she let me go and said “Sorry…it’s policy….”. What a good thing I was there for only a few hours…..place nice but lawd……..Jamaicans have it hard!







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