Okay...you're stuck in an airport on New Year's Eve and along comes someone you have loved and admired....

Question

all your life. Can you write an amusing paragraph or 2 or more that include these phrases?
1. As I saw her/him approaching, my heart was pounding!!
2. All at once I heard on the loudspeaker: "Raquel Welsh...please report to the British Airways desk."
3. All right twinkle toes, what's your exit strategy?
4. Can we, for one second, forget the fact that you are severly unhinged?
5. If you don't pay attention, I'll get on you like ugly on an ape!
6. If ever I needed an anti acid pill, this would be the time.

THIS IS JUST CREATIVE FUN ON YAHOO. NOT HOMEWORK.

Answer 1

The Christmas of 1975, my mother surprised me with a plane ticket back home for New Years. I had packed immediately, and excitedly called to thank her. We had made all sorts of plans about spending the week together; the only thing we hadn't planned on was a snowstorm delaying my flight from the Chicago airport. The intercom had droningly assured me that the flight was not cancelled. Nevertheless, I was forced to wait for several hours, twiddling my thumbs and tapping my feet. Out of boredom, I looked down at my jiggling right foot, and smiled. I did a quick heel-toe-heel as I had been taught early in tap-dancing class. As a young girl, I had been amazed with Fred Astaire's skills, which had inspired me to learn it myself. I looked up at my flight schedule, which still read "Delayed" and slipped off to the restroom. As I exited the stall, I did a quick check of the room to make sure it was empty, and started in on my dance routine. As I came to the finale, I couldn't help but laugh. I hadn't danced like that in ages! My father had sometimes jokingly called me twinkle-toes when I had first started learning. As I made my way back to my seat, I glanced across the room, and my heart gave a leap. Fred Astaire was standing beneath the clock on the wall! I was certain it was him! He spoke quickly to the people accompanying him, and made his way toward the restroom. As I saw him approaching, my heart was pounding. Should I introduce myself? Or would he think I was a bother? Would he shrug me off, or would he earnestly thank me for being a fan? If ever I needed an anti acid pill, this would be the time. As I debated, a large group of people excitedly ran up to him. I could see several women gushing that he was a wonderful dancer. One woman had a look on her face that screamed, "If you don't pay attention, I'll get on you like ugly on an ape!" Fred Astaire took the sudden attack like a gentleman, speaking to them politely. 'All right, twinkle-toes,' I thought with a smile, 'what's your exit strategy?' He smiled as he spoke, and motioned to the restroom. Ah. He was excusing himself. He made his way through the large gathering of women and slipped into the restroom. A few women looked as if they were seriously thinking of following him. 'Can we, for one second, forget the fact that you are severely unhinged?' I thought with a frown. With them pestering him, I wouldn't have a chance to tell him how much I admired him without sounding ridiculous. All at once, I heard the loudspeaker call, "Raquel Welch, please report to the British Airways desk." I rolled my eyes. 'I'm sure she'll thank you for announcing her presence to the whole airport.' The women surrounding the men's room gave an excited babble and headed off to find the star. Was it a coincidence two famous people were here? Were they both heading off to a glamorous party somewhere? Could I go? I smiled. I doubt there was such a party in the first place, and I wanted to see my mother this weekend anyway. With a gasp, I spun to face the clock. It was already nine! I only had a few hours left to ring in the New Year with my family, and it was a long flight! I dashed off to a pay phone, calling my mother and telling her the situation. She told me if I was still at the airport at midnight, I could call her back and cheer with them over the phone. This made me laugh. As I hung up, I turned to see Fred Astaire waiting to use the phone. My heart gave a quick leap. "Going to visit your family?" he asked to make conversation. I nodded, and took a deep breath. "I loved all your movies. You inspired me to take tap-dancing as a child." He smiled warmly. And then he did something I never thought would happen, ever. He asked if I'd like to tap-dance with him! I beamed and took his hand. He followed my routine perfectly, and I'd like to think I did the same for his. As we ended, a number of people applauded. And every time I think back on it, I thank the heavens above my flight was delayed for three hours.

Answer 2

As I say him,aproaching, my heart was pounding. I felt that if ever I needed an anti acid pill, this would be the time. Can we, for a second, forget the fact that you are severly unhinged? If you don't pay attention, I'll get on you like ugly on an ape. All at once I heard on the loudspeaker,"Raquel Welsh...pleae report to the British Airways desk." And he asked "All right twinkle toes, what's your exit strategy?"

Answer 3

It was New Years Eve and I was tired. A snowstorm had caused my flight home to be canceled and I was stuck in the airport for the night. Suddenly, out of nowhere I saw a familiar face heading toward me. The face brought vague feelings of dislike to my mind. As I saw him approaching, my heart was pounding with the distaste that ran through my veins.

It was my ex-boyfriend. I had met him when I took ballroom dancing. We were "meant to be" it seemed because we had been the best two in the class. He was adorable and we had been close to an engagement, but then he cheated. Hence, he was now my ex. If I ever needed an anti acid pill, this would be the time as my stomach began to churn.

"Hey there!" he said as if we were still best buds. I ignored him as best I could. "I'm just trying to make a nice conversation with you, but I suppose you don't really want to be civilized."

"Can we, for one second, forget the fact that you are severely unhinged? Oh wait, no we can't. Cheating on your fioncee doesn't qualify as being very civil," I replied through gritted teeth.

"All right twinkle toes, what's your exit strategy? I doubt you want to sit here the whole night," he responded as if I hadn't said anything.

All at once, I heard on the loudspeaker: "Raquel Welsh...please report to the British Airways desk."

I looked at him with a puzzled expression. That was his name. Was he getting a private jet? Or some means of escape?

He, at the same time, paled.

"Well, are you going or not? They called you in case you didn't hear, Mr. Welsh," I nearly shouted.

"Be quiet! If you don't pay attention, I'll get on you like ugly on an ape! You are NOT to tell ANYONE who I am. You hear me?" he whispered frantically.

"Only if you tell me why," I told him nonchalantly.

"They're trying to arrest me, nevermind why. But if you even raise your voice the tiniest bit..." he broke off and ran as he saw security guards heading toward us.

"HEY! That's him!" I shouted, pointing in his direction. Did he really think I was going to let him go after all he'd done to me?...



(Sorry it's a bit longer than 2 paragraphs...Enjoy!)

Answer 4

Sounds like a creative writing class assignment to me!

My Exit Strategy!

This goes back awhile to when I was a young nurse. I was having a particularly hectic day. There was a patient, a handsome young man who was delighting in adding to my misery. He would ring his bell continually with some stupid request, not knowing or caring that I had ten other people to worry about. One elderly person was actively dying, I was transfusing blood in another room and numerous patients were needing potty breaks and no aide on to help. So, you get the gist of how my day was going.
So, this guy calls one more time. All my buttons are pushed. I tear down to his room and lecture him that he is not the only patient on the hall and to give a thought for someone other than himself. I went ripping out of the room, tripped over a BP cuff that someone had left in the doorway, went flying,landed on my back on the floor in front of this particular patient. Many laughs ensued. There was no graceful way to get out of it. So, I just said:" and now for my next trick I will..."
Fortunately I wasn't hurt and the incident broke the tension and everything was cool after that.

Go Navy!

Answer 5

I struggled with my carry-on bag through the throngs of people. All right, I'll admit it was stupid of me to wait to catch a flight this late in the game. I don't know, I guess I figured who else would be so stupid to wait til New Year's Eve to catch a flight? Was I trying to be clever? I could have just kicked myself! I found by some miracle an empty seat right outside my gate. I sighed heavily as I sat. What a relief to be able to sit and just chill for a few minutes! The person next to me, a thin balding man, got up for some reason - I assume it had something to do with the gurgles his stomach was making. I awaited the rush for the seat that would surely come - it was the only available seat now, and there were perhaps a hundred people still standing. Yes, this airport was packed. I looked around. People didn't seem to notice yet... but wait. Yes, someone did. I could see the flash of recognition in his eyes - unfortunately, his eyes were all I could see. There was a tall woman with a large hat effectively blocking his face. But he worked his way through, and I gasped! I knew that man! I'd just seen him in a movie last week! I thought he had done a fantastic job! But try as I might, I could not remember the name! My, but he was handsome though! As I saw him approaching, my heart was pounding! I tried to look inconspicuous. He sat next to me and casually opened a newspaper. I was just working my courage up to talk to him when I heard a female voice behind us say, "Hey, twinkle toes." I tried not to react, but I'm sure a vein in my mouth twitched. This, from the tone in her voice, was a clandestine rendezvous. "Are we set?" she asked. I knew that voice. I just knew it! But again, I couldn't place it - not without turning around to look, and I wasn't going to do that! He flipped the page over and didn't answer. "Twinkle toes. If you don't pay attention," the woman laughed quietly, "I'll get on you like ugly on an ape!" From the side of my eye I saw him smile and mumble, "I'm sorry. The blood is pounding in my ears. I could not hear you. What was that you asked?" "Are we set?" He mumbled several things, of which I could only catch a few words here and there. "If you... but I... the monkey reference... tell the world... keep it quiet... get caught..." She interrupted him. "It's not as if we're eloping! Can we, for one second, forget the fact that you are severely unhinged, and just get this over with without any of your neurotics!" He grumbled, "If ever I needed an anti acid pill, this would be the time." She started to reply when all at once I heard on the loudspeaker: "Raquel Welsh... please report to the British Airways desk." I heard him curse slightly and she growled out, "How did they know we were here?" She sighed. "All right twinkle toes, what's your exit strategy?" He thought for a second in silence. The announcement came, "Flight 205 is now boarding in Gate 12." He hurriedly stood and folded his newspaper back up. "We're getting on that plane," he said, "right now." I blinked, and the next thing I knew, all I could see were their backs as they walked rapidly to Gate 12. The loudspeaker said again, "Raquel Welsh... please report to the British Airways desk. I have been instructed to tell you that you were supposed to begin filming today, and Marty is most displeased. Please report to the British Airways desk." The voice sounded a little desperate, like she knew the situation could cost her her job or something, but the two had already gone onto the plane.
I'm still trying to figure out who that was with her. I have to go home and watch my movies to find out...

Answer 6

And you are correct. Streets closed. Rent a car or shuttle. Avoid the cab on this night, there is a wait time. So that will ruin your visit. Shuttles are usually $7 and anticipate traffic. If you rent a car. ..... Exit airport, to 215, to 15 north and then go to Sahara and then left to Industrial. Then keep movign north to Charleston and then backsouth to the hotel. Will be slow, with all the other people

Answer 7

As I saw him approaching, my heart was pounding!! He stopped in front of me and said, "Well, I guess we'll just have to spend a little more time together tonight after all. The flights have all been delayed."
"I knew it!" I shouted, throwing my hands up into the air. "If you hadn't found it necessary to say goodbye to every girl at the bar last night, we wouldn't have missed our earlier plane! I would like to see Mom and Dad before the holiday season is officially over, you know?"
"Oh, come on, Molly. I know you are angry, but can't we get along for a few more hours? What do you say? Am I forgiven?"
"I still haven't forgiven you for picking another fight with Terry last night either, you know," I replied, taking my seat. "You can be such a jerk, Roger. Terry has never done one thing to you. You know very well I love him, and yet you treat him so shabbily. You really do try my patience."
All at once I heard on the loudspeaker. "Raquel Welch...please report to the British Airways desk."
"Uhm, I'll just go get each of us a cup of...coffee, shall I?" Roger commented, before quickly heading back toward the busy terminal's center.
"Sure, go ahead. You'll never have her and you know it!" I called after him. I sighed, and closed my eyes. Older brothers could be so aggravating. "I wish Terry could have come to see me off tonight," I muttered to myself, dabbing the corner of my eye.
Suddenly, a deep and familiar voice whispered into my ear, "All right twinkle toes, what's your exit strategy?"
I gave an excited squeel, before jumping up and twirling around to hug my fiance. "Terry, what are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to see you again before I went back to work. Looks like we might have a few hours together," he freely admitted, taking my face in his hands and tenderly kissing my eager lips.
"Good God, what are you doing here!" my brother's sarcastic voice ripped through the silence.
"Nice to see you again as well, Roger," Terry replied evenly, raising his head to stare at my brother. "Happy New Year to you too."
"I don't need your good wishes, buddy. Can we, for one second, forget the fact that you are severely unhinged?"
"Sticks and stones, Roger. You always were the one for compliments, now weren't you?" Terry smoothly replied, while gently stroking my hair. "I'm going to marry your little sister regardless of your opinion of me. It will be her, after all, and not you, that I will be marrying."
"Please you guys, please don't fight again, not here. It's the holiday season, right?" I asked, leading Terry a step backward. Not taking the hint, Roger stepped forward and spit out, "Terry, if you don't pay attention, I'll get on you like ugly on an ape!"
Terry just laughed and retorted, "Well, why share your most becoming quality with me so readily, humm?"
I suddenly knew if ever I needed an anti-acid pill this would be the time.

Answer 8

It's New Year's eve and I'm waiting in the airport...but I'm stuck ...I start nailbiting and swetting...till I see that angel face...oh my god I can't believe it...i rub my eyes once...twice...oh my...it's true...David Beckam is coming to me....I am nervous but I act like I am calm...As I saw him approaching, my heart was pounding!!He came behind my back and asked me:What's your name???I..I..I...oh oh oh...in all that crowd he found me to ask!!!!!!!!!All at once I heard on the loudspeaker: "Raquel Welsh...please report to the British Airways desk.-that was my flight...So David asked me: Is this your flight ??? I was still shocked and I said.......No....And continuoed chating with wim...Suddenly I saw Viktoria coming...oh that...b****...she's goinf to ruin my New Year's Eve...So she came and said ...Let's go David...what are U doing with a girl like this???and she started staring at me...she started laughing at me...Where did U bought this shirt????It's the ugliest one I've ever seen...I was emiliated...and than David said,,Oh shut up Victoria U know our relationship is on a thin string...."...After these words she left with the bodieguards...Beckam is was so gentel and cute...oh only if he was single....So we started talking about our lifes and I forgott that i missed my flight and had no way to get home tonight....He had a phone call and than came close to me and whispered:Follow me....We got in the elivator....Oh my god we were all alone...As we were close to each other David looked at me and KISSED me.....I couldn't handle myself and I kissed him back....But everything stopped when the elivator started moving faster..We went up and down....It was freaky and David said:If ever I needed an anti acid pill, this would be the time.I smiled...And here came his bodyguards,the partybreakers...they opened the elivator and we were at the roof of the airport...I saw that giant machine...It was his helicopter,he said where would U like me to take U???I was surprised....Than he took me to his villa in an exotic place...It was jus paradise....I couldn't believe it...How can a terrible night stuck in a crowded airport finish beside a celebritie in his paradise...huh let's just stop dreaming i know I won't see him ever again...Ring ring...Oh wait my phone i ringing......Oh my god U won't believe it.......It is him.....He asked me on a date....(thanks for reading all these words)

Answer 9

There is nothing so depressing, whether or not it is New Years Eve, as being stuck in Heathrow Airport awaiting the arrival of a delayed flight. I had arrived there at 7.30pm in plenty of time to meet my son-in-law on his way back from Italy. I was shattered and all I wanted to do all day was catch up on my sleep which had been greatly mixed up over the previous week. Whether it was the Turkey, the roast pork or my home-made stuffing, I am not quite sure which but my stomach was still in turmoil with up to ten visits to the toilet each day left me, as I have said, totally shattered. My stomach churned once more and if ever I needed an anti acid pill, this would be the time.
The flight was now over an hour late with no forecast for the arrival time. Nothing to do but just wait. I found myself a very uncomfortable hard seat, pulled my quilted jacket up over my ears and closed my eyes.
Suddenly, all at once I heard on the loudspeaker: 'Raquel Welsh...please report to the British Airways desk'. I jumped out of my seat and literally ran over to the desk and watched. 'Oh my God, it's true' I said aloud to no-one in particular 'it is her'. As I saw her approaching, my heart was pounding!!. I grabbed some paper off the counter and waited until she had finished her conversation with the clerk, then I made my approach.
'Miss Welsh' I stuttered 'may I have your autograph if you please'. Oh my God, she is even more beautiful that in the movies..........unbelievably beautiful. Those high cheekbones, those beautiful, beautiful eyes, that cheeky nose and, oh yes, those perfect lips. I was brought back to reality when she asked 'Whose name will I put' she asked in a surprisingly soft American accent. 'Michael please' I could hardly say the words.
As she handed it back to me she looked around then said those words which I will never, ever forget 'That will cost you a Jack Daniels Michael, lead the way'.
I will be honest at this stage, but it is a fact that I almost crapped my pants. Me, buying my Goddess a drink. And not only that, but she took my arm as we made our way to one of the many nearby bars in the Arrivals area.
She stood beside me at the bar. The most beautiful woman in the world - with me - an old bugger like me. Geeze, I must be dreaming.
We sat down with our drinks, my orange juice and her large Jack Daniels. She was sitting so close that I began to have a panic attack. 'Relax' she said softy and coyly 'I am not going to eat you Michael - at least not quite yet'. I swear to God, but I spilled my orange juice all over my trousers and what do you think she did, yes, you have guessed. She took out a tissue and began to wipe me dangerously close to you know what. I thought I was going to die.
'Take me outside somewhere Michael' she said in a whisper 'I need some fresh air'. As I stood up, I actually began to do a little jig through nervousness. 'All right twinkle toes, what's your exit stragegy?' she asked. So, believe me or believe me not, there we were, Raquel Welsh and me, making our way out onto the forecourt with her leading us towards the short-stay car park.
As she grabbed me beside the bushes, she hissed 'Can we, for one second, forget the fact that you are severly unhinged because if you don't pay attention, I'll get on you like ugly on an ape'. That was it, I actually wet my pants.
As she grabbed me and pulled me towards her, I felt a sudden bump. What the hell, where am I. Who's that.
I looked at the carpeted floor, the size ten black shoes, the dark trousers, then up to the flack jacket and sub-machine gun. What the hell is going on.
It then hit me like a ton of bricks, I had obviously been asleep, having a wonderful dream and fallen off the seat. The armed police officer asked sternly 'Are you ill, sir, or have you had too much to drink'. 'No, Guvnor, I promise you. Fell asleep and fell off the seat, sorry'. He seemed satisfied and left me to my own devices.
Sorry - geeze, that was the understatement of the century or possibly all time.................. Please God, just for once in my lifetime, can I please have a dream that comes true.................

Answer 10

OK, sunshine, don't go there, it will never work.