They were all very nice, and respectful. And after I was done with my height, and weight check she said "ok, we're done." I thought I was home free.
"I can go?"
"No, no, no. There are some chairs over there, take a seat and a 'health consultant' will be with you shortly."
Dang, this is trouble, I knew it wasn't going to be that easy.
|"Maybe you should lay off |
the donuts, Sir."
Soon she just handed me the papers, and asked me to leave.
"Probably the best thing you can hope for is to die in a plane crash." She said, taking a sorrowful look at the form she handed me.
"But, I hate to fly," I explained.
"Maybe you will get lucky and a plane will fall onto your car on your way to work this morning." She offered hopefully. "Please, sign here, and give me back the pen, you won't need it."
"Could I get a second opinion?" I asked.
"Ok, your hair looks awful, and your mustache makes you look ridiculous." Oh no, that really hurt, I thought my hair looked good today.
It was kind of a rough way to start my day, but when nobody was looking I grabbed a couple of pens from the reception table, so things are looking up.