Image via WikipediaDay Fifty Two,
"Excuse me sir, we have landed in Tel Aviv and it is time to disembark the plane!" smiled a chubby air stewardess as she was shaking Buzzwordy's arm persistently.
"Oh... What! Do you know what happened to the two kids who sat next to me?" yawned Buzzwordy.
The chubby air stewardess shook her head and walked away gently.
Buzzwordy managed to grab his luggage in the overhead compartment, throw the laptop bag over his shoulder, and stagger towards the front exit of the plane.
"What uh great nap that was!" exclaimed the marketing whiz kid.
As he was sauntering towards the immigration area, he noticed an indescribable tenseness in the air. The airport wasn't exactly modern, however, it possessed all the needed amenities for any traveler.
"I wonder what is the deal with all these soldiers inside the terminal. Maximum security to welcome Buzzwordy's arrival. What a treat!" giggled Buzzwordy incessantly.
The foreign visitor line inside the immigration area wasn't too long, but it didn't seem to move much at all. Buzzwordy saw armed soldiers strolling up and down the place, their bodies were rigid like dead corpses, and their faces radiated no warmth whatsoever. Everyone in the line was pretty well behaved with the exception of infrequent complaints from a few old ladies. Sadly, no one paid attention, not even the stone cold soldiers.
This long wait must have seemed like an eternity to Buzzwordy - he started to feel numbness in his hip and his throat was getting really itchy. He kept telling himself to tough things out even though he knew about the purpose of his visit - a bloody death march at its finest moment.
"Next!" shouted an immigration officer from behind a glass like but fully enclosed kiosk.
Buzzwordy wasted no time at all by lunging his body right in front of the immigration officer. He let out a broad grin while handing his passport over to the officer.
"So Mr. Buzzwordy, is this your first time to Israel?" asked the deadbeat officer.
"Yes and I can't wait to fully check out Tel Aviv." replied Buzzwordy in an upbeat voice.
"What is your purpose for coming to Israel?" probed the officer.
"My CEO will call this trip a turning point for his career but it is really a death march as far as I could tell!" answered Buzzwordy in a sarcastic tone.
"Death march Mr. Buzzwordy? Please explain very carefully." inquired the curious officer while raising his voice.
Suddenly, Buzzwordy felt the air has gone from tense to code red and he better cool it down quickly before he gets carted away by the soldiers.
"Death march Mr. Buzzwordy?" asked the impatient officer.
"Are you ready for my remedial explanation my dear officer?" grinned the marketing whiz kid.
Lets see if Buzzwordy can come up with a snappy solution to get himself out of this bind.
See everyone on Day Fifty Three.
Buzzwordy
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