Going Down Under
by Stephen Philip Druce
I arrived at
the airport and discovered my plane was upside
down on the runway.
our plane doing upside down?" I asked the
man behind the airport reception desk.
doing anything sir" he said, "in fact
the verb 'doing' is not applicable to this
beleaguered flying machine. I would not use the
word 'doing' to describe this inert, belly-up,
non-assest to the commercial aviation industry at
all. It's inability to perform its intended
function - due to its unorthodox placement upon
the tarmac, renders it redundant for the
foreseeable future, so 'doing' is not on the
agenda. 'Doing' implies a form of activity, a
purposeful act, an action, a deed, and I'm afraid
this once marvel of modern engineering has
seemingly capitulated - strongly indicated by its
current position. I would therefore anticipate a
non-doing display and an imminent extensive delay
- nullifying the expectations of all the
passengers who will now have to re-schedule their
plans accordingly. This figures strongly in the
slim to zero odds I can offer you of ever
travelling on this plane".
is the plane upside down?" I said.
ask me" he said, "I'm just the airport