What A Gwaan a Cayman
I am back at home in Grand Cayman, people. It was an interesting morning. I stopped to buy food at the Island Grill counter in the Norman Manley Int’l Airport, and two of the ladies behind the counter began to flirt with me… I ordered a chicken breast and wing and they started to go on about how men loved chicken breast, and how soft and tender it was and shyte like that, but in a way that you were had no doubt that the breast they were talking about didn’t belong on a chicken, but rather a chick! Poor me, I am so out of practice in that kind of flirtatious talk that I couldn’t even respond appropriately. (Of course, if I had been able to respond, Natty would have had nothing to fret ’bout, because it was all in jest) Still, I couldn’t help wondering why it was that the women who always joke with me like that were the workers in Kentucky or Island Grill rather than ladies like the contestants in the recent Miss Jamaica World competition. Imagine a couple of women like the Bankersingh girl and Carolyn Yapp engaging me in such a discussion! Now that would be interesting, nuh true? As they say though, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride! 
I had a pretty rough flight between Kingston and Montego Bay, bwoy! It was very cloudy out and the jet was bumping up and down quite a bit. Then we began the descent, which was even more rough, and at one point, the plane just dropped, for about six or so seconds. There was a chorus of people screaming and bawling out on the plane, but none more so than The lady diagonally behind me on the left! She screamed along with everybody, but she kept it up for awhile after too… The lady beside her told her “Hey, you coward, you know! Is that little drop that you are going on like that about? Anyway, if it happens again, doh hold on to me like that again. I doh want you to hold on to me, all right! You really coward, you know!”.
What a rough lady, eh? Anyway, the lady who was screaming never looked too bad, so the man beside me said to the rough lady “You want to change seat with me? I don’t mind if she hold on to me still, you know!”. 
That got everybody laughing a bit, and I hoped the lady felt better. Maybe not though, because after we landed, she was making a bit of a scene trying to get the stewardess to get her some water to take a tablet to help prevent her from feeling airsick.
Much seems to have changed for the better since I left, actually… There seemed to be a Cayman Utility Company (CUC) truck on every corner and they were hard at work dressing poles. The nearest I saw them to home was by the Kings Gym, so maybe it won’t be too long before we get back light.
Closer to home, the landlord came by with an electrician bredrin of his and they have connected my generator to the electrical panel. Now I can send power to whatever parts of the house I want. The little alcove where the computer is is now lit up, and I am typing this post on my trusty Dell! 
I am also able to run the ceiling fans everywhere in the house. Tonight won’t be as irie as the last few nights in Theo’s room (where Natty, MBJr. and I were bunking, which had an irie A/C… well cold! We all were using comforter, to rahtid!), but it’ll be much better than the nights were before I left. 
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Screaming on planes….hmmm. I doh feel we need to hear ’bout anymore crosses for a while.
So, ‘tings looking up, nice. You soon be restored to the usual comforts of life rude bwoy.
Good to hear rude bwoy….things definately sound like they moving on the up and up…speaking of planes and KFC/Island Grill, I usually have the same complaints at KFC in Jamaica too–women that work behind the counters always seem to flirt with me , but one time some Miss Jamaica contestant did flirt wid me too! Of course, I was a wee lad at the time (about 3), hasn’t happened since
Now, with the plane ting, I think the airlines discriminate against me you know! Imagine, whenever I take plane, I always end up having to share seat wid di meanest, ugliest people in the world–nevermind those nice-looking young ladies that have an entire row to themselves–no, I have to be stuck between the fat man that have to shyte every 10 minutes and the old lady that think I remind her of her former lover in her young days
Listen MadBull, some of us should be thankful that we have anyone flirting with us nuh true! Just wait till you start to get the polite “Sir”. When that first happened to Popsy, he had stopped to help some fine young things (at least by his account) with their car troubles and then they said “Thank you Sir”…..he came home muchly downhearted
Angry Dog, I think you should complain soundly about your “ruff” treatment by the airlines. Dem nuh know say yu is “Classy angry dog?!” and as such should be seated beside the fine young things.
Perfect account of the trip. I can picture it in my mind as if I were there! I can just see the woman bawling out in terror. Anybody check the seat after she get up.