Maybe We Should Try Charades

As I was walking out on the tarmac to board my connecting flight in Chicago, I was greeted by an airline staffer who was directing people onto the planes. A jet engine was roaring nearby, going through whatever motions it needed before takeoff.

“Boise?” he said.

“Yeah, I’m going to Boise,” I told him.

“No…Joisey?”

“Right, I’m from Jersey,” I said, wondering how he knew. But if he knew, most likely my baggage had made it to the flight. Best not look a gift horse in the mouth.

“No,” he shouted, pointing to the roaring engine, “Noisy!”

Couldn’t argue with that.

Rob