The suited man's body language was much more accomodating, apologetic
even, but he spoke with no less forcefulness than his colleague. Eventually the
two undertakers looked at each other, nodded and took the hi vis jackets from
the man with the ear protectors round his neck and slipped them on over their
dark suits. An unnecessarily triumphant smile spread across the ground staff
man's face. I felt a bit sorry for him, i guessed he spent his whole life
involved in mini battles in the health and safety war; enforcing rules that
were full of good intention but needed a modicum of common sense. Despite
looking faintly ridiculous in their luminous vests the men moved with dignity
as they unloaded their unfortunate cargo from the plane and into their car. The
final journey could continue now the rules had been obeyed.
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Tuesday, 23 April 2013
The Final Journey
I'd watched the black van pull up next to the plane
but it was only when the two solemnly dressed men climbed out that I realised
it was a hearse. The rain drifted across the airfield but the men moved with
grace and purpose around to the back of the vehicle and opened the back door.
They then stood with heads respectfully bowed waiting for their signal. It
wasn't long before they were joined by a third man who had none of the
gracefulness of the two undertakers. He wore a bright orange jacket and had ear
protectors and an ID card on a lanyard around his neck He moved swiftly,
officiously, his body language stuffed with self importance and impotence.
Through the departure lounge glass I could not hope to hear what he was saying
but it was obvious that he was upset with the two men in black. In his hand he
carried two hi vis jackets and he waved them around with purpose as he spoke
finally holding them out towards the undertakers. There seemed to be some kind
of impasse as the two men shook their heads slowly and the ground staffer got
on his walkie-talkie talking with great urgency. He looked around and my eyes
followed his to see a man in a grey suit striding towards the little coven on
the Tarmac donning his own hi vis vest as he did so.
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.... this is a great metaphor for many sutuations that happen in our lives...
ReplyDeleteI like this line: He moved swiftly, officiously, his body language stuffed with self importance and impotence.
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