Let’s call him Willie, the wee little wasp. Determined to escape the gritty life of London, Willie hatched a plan to hitch a ride on my JetBlue Airbus A321 jet to Boston. But as Willie would find out, cheating your way to your goal is not the proper path.
Wee Willie Wasp Tries To Stowaway On My JetBlue Flight!
When I boarded my flight, I noticed a wasp, of the insect variety, not the Anglo Saxon White Protestant variety, perched on my window, outside thankfully. I did not think anything of it, but when we finally pushed back about 30 minutes later, I noticed he was still there.
Wee Willie was hanging on…
Now I was interested. How long would this little fella hang on? Did he really expect to go to Boston? On a serious note, what was he doing on the window in the first place for so long? Warming himself?
We taxied out of the gate…he was still there.
We taxied down the alley…he was still there.
We taxied to the runway…he was still there.
But alas, it was not the wind or the speed that ruined Willie’s journey, but the loud spooling of the engines, which seemed to startle the little thing and he buzzed off before I could see how well he would handle the takeoff roll.
All bluff, no follow-through. But mild amusement when you’re bored.
Of course, Willie had been given great responsibility in his job as the chief wasp but had let down his comrades by treating them as if they were leftover bangers and mash that had spoiled in the boot of the pram. Perhaps Willie was escaping to Boston because he had burned all his bridges in London, just like his pal Alex the ant, who I later found crawling on the counter in the lavatory.
There’s a lesson here. We generally can’t run away from our problems. In fact, they often come back to sting. Like a wasp. Just ask Willie Wasp.
This was meant to be a light-hearted story. Sorry to have wasted two minutes of your day, but it was the first time in all my many years of flying I’ve seen anything like that. Any relation between Willie and any real-life characters, like an ex-CEO of British Airways, is purely coincidental.
This is why you shouldn’t drink when working on the website…
Or sense of humor 😉
This may be my favorite post ever, very sweet!
All the big stories.yeah, I know, I clicked.
I’ll spare you the story of a rat that came out of the food carts in the galley during take off and climbing. It was international business class on a highly rated carrier. Of course,the meal service started on time with the crew reassuring pax it’s a frequent occurrence.
Throughout my years I’ve often been curious about how stowaway insects on aircraft feel upon reaching their new home. If an insect boards a plane in London and alights in Delhi is the insect OK? Are they confused? Are insects like children, and just willing to befriend everyone. This is actually something I think about often.
Alright, Jerry, I hate to break it to you. But it’s time for some new material.
At least the little guy had his own wings too!
Don’t worry about what his motivations were….it’s none of your bees-ness!!!
Who really cares?
I assume writers on here are either paid by the click or the word.
You write well Matthew. You’d do well writing short stories in addition to your blog.
Looks more like Bernie the Bee than Willie the Wasp