At The Circular Quay, a voluptuous woman lost her passport … only a man could find it.
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The Overseas Passenger Terminal is not that humongous compared to some, but the location is world famouhs. A larger than family getting up from their seats in the waiting hall, starting to make their way towards border control. They’re on the way to skip over the Pacific Ocean to visits some islands east by northeast of Australia and back.
Each were taking their hand luggage and and start making a beeline towards the border control counters. “Be ready with your passport, please!” reminded the nearest usher.
Everyone in the queue was busy looking for their passports. Some experienced ones have it already in their hand. Some got them quick out from their pockets. Some more were fumbling in their belongings.
The last group in the queue was dragging a bit. Maybe they were bypassed by others because some of them were still looking for their passports in their bags.
Until all of them but one have theirs ready, they were already moving forward leaving the rather voluptuous woman still rummaging her cabin bag. The last girl ahead felt someone was still left behind, she looked back and saw her half squatting half kneeling. She shouted, “Wait, Shirley hasn’t got her passport!” Her partner, a man in his early forties volunteered and grunted, “I’ll help her …” and walked back towards Shirley.
A few moments later he came back wearing a humongous smile, while Shirley was showing some colours on her face timidly followed as well.
The partner asked him, “Did you find it?” “Yeah …(smile even wider again), I saw it easily standing over her there, it was hidden in her bra.” The chinese whispers started travelling ahead. By the time it reached the ushers, all fanfare broke loose, laughing out loud indeed.