NORTHERN TERRITORY, AUSTRALIA
Luck was on my side in 1997 when I checked-in for a domestic flight, Cairns to Darwin. One-way.
“Passport, please.” Said the pretty little lady dressed in blue polyester.
Hands over the passport. “So, you’re Canadian, eh?”
“Um, yeah.” Not giving in, she wanted me to say it. To say, eh. Well, I didn’t.
“Would you like to sit in the cockpit for take-off and landing today?”
What the what? What she just say? My body still intoxicated, filled with VB vapours from the beach party the night before.
“Yeah, yes. Ok. Wow. Thank you.” Effin almighty, eh!