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Date:         Sun, 16 Aug 1992 14:09:00 EDT
From:         Gilbert Smith <N567126@NCSUADM.ACS.NCSU.EDU>
Subject:      WHTMIQR13
Comments: To: English Language Discussion Group <words-l@UGA.CC.UGA.EDU>

W..... 13 (redone after system finally *didn't* live at
3:35 a.m. Sunday morning)
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50) So, did -ggs step aside and wait over there like all the other
Miami passengers?  No, --ggs is *not*, as tc finds out on this trip,
just another *dog* in the pack....   Rather, he says, I'm sorry but
we have confirmed seats on this flight (knowing that the computer
has since gone down and at least half these passengers have no seat
assignments).  I'm sorry, senor, you must step aside.  I'm sorry,
senorita, but we have confirmed seats on this flight and we are
*not* stepping aside, we are getting on this plane... the agent
gave us confirmed seats and marked them in boligrafo on these
Miami boarding passes.  Senorita insists and -ggs in desperation
looks around to see another sweet senorita, the one who changed
his seats, inquiring about the problema....  -ggs repeats his
determination to *not* step aside, and senorita2 looks at passes
and says: These nice people have seats on this plane, let them
through.  tc is beaming and loving her hubby and has *no* memory
of his proclivity for useless expensive toys.
51) On the plane, getting settled in our seats, -ggs is suddenly
accosted by three more colleagues from San Antonio, kissing him
as if there were no manana, and tc does not even notice.  She is
going home to RDU where the temperature is only 93 degrees.
52)  Flight attendants count empty seats and let on only enough
screaming Miami passengers to fill what's left as -ggs and tc
hold hands across the aisle and coo and purr to the displeasure
of boarding passengers, who, like everyone else in Quintana Roo,
are wiping their brow and pampering their glistening, oily skin
and gasping for breath, finally enjoying the ecstacy of *cool* *air*.
53) Plane takes off without incident and soars into the sky, flying
over the crocodile infested jungles of Tulum and the nibbling fishies
of Xel-Ha, over the packs of beagles running along the road with
the tropical shinnery on one side and the desert on the other, over
the Casa Magna Marriott where -ggs and tc did *not* stay, over the
tour guide proclaiming the delights of Chicken Pizza, over the Cancun
Palace and its three pools and its housekeeping staff counting their
American money and looking for their missing towels, over the 4 carat
diamonds left unbought in the American mall, over the shining sterling
silver box grieving the loss of a new owner, over the vendors looking
for Chicaigao wrapped in the arms of Pepe Martin Gonzalez, over the
placid calm of the noon-day Carlos 'n Charlie's, over the KMart grocery
store wondering where that nice Portuguese man went, over the ferry to
Isla Mujeres filled with unsuspecting tourists, over the Isla Mujeres
and the woman-particularly-disliked-by-tc strolling through the streets
gasping in the noon-day sun and stepping aside frequently to let the
beagles pass and the local inhabitants wondering how to make things
pretty while looking for their supper, over the pale emerald-clear
sapphire waters and the snow-white foam, over the clouds dispensed
by the Mayan gods, soaring into the sky carrying -ggs and his sweet
tc home to RDU and delivering them there fifteen minutes *before* the
arrival of the Miami-RDU flight that cost $200 less in the days
before -ggs received his inheritance and still worried about the cost,
delivering them happy and content and cool and rested and looking
forward to the solace of their own their very own HSH.
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-ggs (who swears that this is la pura verdad and is not even concerned
that this history ends with WHTMIQR *13* because the Mayan gods are
*definitely* with him always world without end)
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