Welcome to Day 1 of “ToBlogOr pisses people off: The International Edition” (also known as my London travel blog).
You may or may not have known this, but GF and I have been planning on taking a week vacation to London for a while. Exciting stuff eh? Well, for me it is! I’ve never been to England, so spending a week in London is going to give me a chance to experience all the wonderful sights including: Big Ben, Parliment, Buckingham Palace, Clouds, Rain, Fog, and Soccer Hooligans.
We boarded a plane at 10:10pm on Wednesday evening for the red-eye, and if the flight was any predictor of the upcoming trip, well, then we’re gonna be in trouble.
Within 20 minutes of being on board, I had already offended at least 1 of the flight attendants.
Just after take-off, he had come by to ask if we needed an immigration forms. Being that GF has vehicular narcolepsy (defined as: whenever she gets into any moving vehicle, she immediately passes out. Moving vehicles include, but are not limited to: cars, trucks, trains, planes, bicycles, and carousels.) she was completely passed out within 30 seconds of the plane moving. Being that I’m a super great boyfriend and didn’t want to wake her up – I stayed quiet and just held up 2 fingers, when the flight attendant came by, to let him know that we needed 2 forms.
This is where the problems began. Why?
The moment I held up my fingers, he started laughing.
Apparently I told him to fuck off.
Apparently, depending on the way you hold your hand, you can either say the number 2, or “fuck off.”
Well, there you go. At the rate I’m going, by the weekend we’ll either be jailed, or deported.
We’ve since landed successfully and made it to our russian mafia hotel.
But that’s a story for another day.