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A plane pilot and a blowjob
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I was in the tube, hacking away (as usual), when I noticed that the guy in front of me was looking at a person apparently just behind me, on the right hand side. Looking at his face I realised that whomever was standing there was asking for something...

Expecting a ticket controller asking for people to show their transport card (Oyster card in London), I turned round already putting a hand in my pocket (to reach my card), when I saw a woman asking for something, but she didn't look like at London Underground staff and, instead, seemed to be begging for something. I have obviously already seen people begging for money in the Tube, but she was different: she was very well dressed, with a charming face, and didn't smell at all (I would have smelled her, even before seeing her, had she not had a shower in the morning...)

When she turned towards me, she looked like she had been asking to quite a number of people already, and seemed about to give up if I replied "no" to her as well, but then something inside me was wondering "what exactly does she want ?", because after all she didn't present her hand the way people do when they ask for money (or food), and this is when it hit me: I didn't know what she wanted because despite the long seconds I had just spent looking at her, I still had the music loud in my ear phones. Removing them, I heard "... know any jokes ?". She wanted a joke! She actually had been asking people to tell her a joke, but London being that big-anonymous-city-of-where-people-don't-care-about-each-other kind of place, she had been turned down repeatedly...

At this point, an automatic mental sub process quickly ran in my mind, a check-list of my stuff. Laptop ok (still on my laps), bag ok (not even open, and not in the right position for her to want to steal anything inside); and, she didn't look like some sort of cute female version of your random pickpocket. Having mentally established that the situation was safe and that she seemed genuine, I told her "I know a joke I can tell it to you if you want :-)". Her entire face relaxed, she smiled, politely asked if she could sit down next to me, and, to my great surprise, saluted me in arabic...

She explained that she was going somewhere and was expected to tell them a joke. I guess it was some company conference or something (it's amazing what Team Building exercises got into recently), but I actually wasn't really listening to that part as I was fascinated by something else: her face. Something there was telling me something, something important, but everything was happening so fast that I did not have time to know what it was.

She looked slightly worried the moment she realised the joke involved a plane pilot and a blowjob, but the joke is so funny that she said she would tell it to her colleagues and would give credits to me (at which point she asked for my name). The next few minutes spent in her company will remain as one of the most interesting and most romantic moment of my life. She was (felt like) a truly amazing woman, but I will probably never see her again...

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