This is all because of Russians
“You freaking idiot, Billy!!!”- Mr. Jackobson was absolutely pissed off, Idaho could hear that. He entered the room and closed the door. His boss hung up a receiver and looked at him blankly.
“Have you found her?” – He asked. “Where is she? I need to know where she is! Find her! Get her here, Idaho! With the money!”
“She's not stupid. She's not going to stay in town and wait. My guess is she will try to get away with the money! Perhaps, she is already on board of the plane flying somewhere nice and hot!” – Mr. Jacobson's first assistant Steven didn't seem to like Idaho that much.
“In fact, she has already got away with the money.” – Idaho didn't like him either.
“And she can't be on board of the plane. Nothing is flying out! I am going to the airport.” – He nodded to the boss and left the room.
***
“May we all have your attention please. We are sorry to inform you that because of today's strike there are no flights from this airport until 6 a.m. tomorrow morning. We apologize for the inconvenience caused…” – a pleasant voice was breaking the unpleasant news for the hundredth time that day. Crowds of people were queuing at the check-in desk.
“I can't believe it! I have booked the tickets in advance. I phoned you a month ago!”
“We are sorry, sir, but…”
“Where can I find a porter? Excuse me, Miss! I need to know where I can find a porter! I need someone to carry my suitcases to the car!”
“I want to claim my baggage! Do you understand? I need my things back! ...”
“I do understand your problem, Ma'am, but unfortunately…”
“Your fares are shocking! I've paid 300$ for a ticket! And now you are saying…”
Exhausted after such useless arguments, the unlucky passengers were returning to the departure lounge to have some rest, to check up on their kids and of course to talk.
***
“This is all because of Russians, I know! This is their Russian provocation!”
“Oh Frank, please… Don't listen to him, darling! He's just tired! I am Glenda by the way!” – An elderly lady spoke to a young girl sitting next to her.
“Nice to meet you, Glenda. I'm Rose.” – The girl smiled.
“We are traveling around Europe. First we are going to Paris!”
“Paris??? Fantastic!” – And a usual conversation started. Rose showered her companion with questions. Glenda answered readily and it didn't seem strange at all that she still didn't know anything about Rose and somehow didn't get a chance to ask. Nevertheless after an hour conversation she was already taking that lovely girl for a close relative.
“…We are going to live in a beautiful hotel with breakfast, lunch and dinner…”
“ Full board, you mean?”
“Oh, yes, full board!”
“ Full board! Fools' board!” – exclaimed Glenda's husband angrily. “They charge 800$ for a double room! Idaho must be crazy to spend so much money!”
“Oh, Frank, please! … Idaho's our son. This trip is his present for our wedding anniversary… So, Rose, do you live in New York?”
“Oh no, I'm not from around...” – Rose bit her lip; the conversation was turning to a dangerous direction. But suddenly a child screamed loudly and Glenda's husband popped up from his seat.
“That's it! I'm going home! This little bastard threw up on my pants! You just look at this”
“Oh, dear! Do you need some wipes?! ...”
“Unbelievable! She is asking me if I need some stupid wipes! I need to go home!”
“But Glenda, going home is a good idea after all. Your flight is only tomorrow, you are tired and nervous…”
“But what about you? Where are you going to stay?”
“Oh, don't worry! There has to be a decent B&B somewhere here…”
“B&B?” Glenda looked puzzled.
“Oh yes, that's a hotel offering bed and breakfast!”
“Oh, don't be silly, child. I'm sure it's fully booked! No, you are going with us!”
“What? No, really. That's so nice of you, but I couldn't possibly…” – Rose made a weak attempt to resist but an attentive eye would notice a smile on her face.
“Nonsense! You are going with us!” Unlike her son Idaho Glenda Kids wasn't attentive.
