Airport

Picture it, Sicily 1918, so I had one of those not so nice phone calls about a family member’s passing. So off to the airport I go to fly back home. As Darwin’s airport has no curfew unlike the rest of the Australian airports (residential complaints regarding noise) I flew out on the 1.30am red eye express. Sitting there patiently waiting for my flight to board I was passing the time by reading my book and listening for the boarding call for my flight. When over the PA comes the announcement.

“Can the owner of the Blue Heeler that is sitting down at Departures please come and pick up him up. That’s the Blue Heeler Owner of the Blue Heeler at departures. Just recapping the dog is a Blue Heeler dog at Departures awaiting the Blue Heeler owner.”

I am pretty sure that this announcement went on for what seemed ages as the terminal was in raptures of laughter which drowned out the PA announcement.

One way and one announcement to wake you up for your red eye express and just another, shall we say, territory thing.

This is Kim Dundee reporting from the territory