Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Cheers! Welcome to England, Mates!

My first trip to England as an adult happened in April of 1990. After my Air Canada Boeing 747 landed at Heathrow, and I had been processed at customs, I made the necessary trip down the airport's moving walkway to the exit doors: to be ejected into British society.

My stand on the walkway was the introduction part. A newly arrived Canadian needed a good taste of that 'angry Brit' behaviour -- that stereotypical behaviour.

I heard a fast-approaching voice behind me. "Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me...." A young woman, with hands up, was pleasantly pushing her way past the standing crowd, obviously in a rush to get somewhere, like the end of the moving walkway. Another voice caught my attention; I looked over to see a scruffy-looking gentleman, a guy who looked like he could have been a grumpy brother of film director Stanley Kubrick.

"Ah, what makes you so privileged?" The happy vaulter answered: "Just making my way through." Like a schoolmaster who had to educate his Canadian students (tourists) he addressed us with a sweep of his saucer-like eyes: "She must be from Birmingham!"

All I could come up with was: "Welcome to England!" -- to myself.


DonaldAR said...

Here in Canada, we have a similar problem.

Ignorant, lazy people love to stand on, and block, escalators. Escalators are a mechanically moving set of *STAIRS*, if no-one noticed that detail. Active people are then prevented from who ascending or descending such structures.

Reminds me of someone I used to know - they had a favoured phrase they liked to utter at the aforementioned Lackwits: "Its not a RIDE people!"

Tibor said...

Funny...My first time travelling to London was also in 1990. Was still in film school and never travelled without family or on an airplane. Remember being super excited!