Snippet #2447361

I climb over the rows of cheap economy class seats and sit down with a sigh. The taxi man took extremely long to find Sydney Airport and also implied that I was drunk. I think he might've been the drunk one. I dropped by backpack under my seat with the tip of my bright red fingers. Not only had the Taxi driver taken me to the Sydney Tower first, he had never bothered to open the tiny taxi boot for me. I surveyed for little, sleep sleep depriving babies, I only saw one, a girl with Dark Brown hair. Great. I thought. 12 hours of no sleep. All kids were like that. Moaning and groaning about ear-ache the whole flight. I notice something strange. That girl looks weirdly like the customer I served yesterday. I look up and there she is, one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen, walking, ear phones in, to her seat.
"Hey!" I call to her, may as well make some friends for the flight. "I saw you lend your friend $30, that was really nice!" I flicked my hair back the way I did normally when talking to someone for the first time. A flight attendant barged in and turned to the girl. "Would you like fruit salad or yoghurt?" She smiled. She then looked at me and scowled. "I've got orders that you are not to communicate with other people your age." She clinically sized me up. "Fancy being so Violent!" She dusted off her polo shirt and turned back to the girl, "What was that darling?"