суботу, 17 жовтня 2015 р.

Lost trevellers' pack

 Commuting at Vienna  no such luck. Some Austrian pilot didn't show up. Why? Perhaps he was depressed, and it's all for our own good  we shall see.
No duty-free tour  we have to trevel to the ticket office. It's outside. It's late.
We register for another flight. It's tomorrow. It's early.
But it's not all that bad: we are referred to NH Hotel. It's close.
We are also given a magic set with a poetic name. It's called Lost Treveller's Pack.
We come to the hotel  and there they are at the bar, happy professionals  all the lost trevellers' pack.
They changed for tomorrow night, they took off their ties, they called their bosses to say how sorry they are.
They shall drink hard. They shall sleep late. Tomorrow, instead of reporting at the office first thing in the morning shirt and tie, they will be treating their painless hangover with sight-seeing and shopping in Vienna.
We are lost. And professionally so. We are wrong lost trevellors, deeply wrong. We are flying tomorrow at 5. AM.

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