Vorspeisenplatte

Erst hoffte ich, die Queen of Uncool, eine Schwester zu entdecken: „Alright tit“ Lisa blogt darüber, wie sehr sie nicht cool ist. Doch dann schildert sie eine Szene, die diese Uncoolheit in ihren Augen belegt:

‘And you’re travelling alone today?’ asked the airport check-in guy earlier this year.
‘Yup,’ I answered.
‘Well there’s good news – your flight is full, so we’ll be offering you a complimentary upgrade.’
‘That IS good news,’ I enthused, slapping my hands flat onto his desk. ‘Brilliant. Smashing. Nice one, cheers, thanks.’
‘And you’ll be able to use the executive lounge before you board.’
‘Really? Wow. Are you sure?’ I gushed.
‘Of course,’ said a smirking Check-in Guy, demonstrably entertained.

Ah richtig, das ist tatsächlich nicht cool. Aber es ist herzerfrischend und sympathisch. Meine Form von uncool allerdings ist akward. Genau dieselbe Szene mit mir würde folgendermaßen ablaufen:

‘And you’re travelling alone today?’ asks the airport check-in guy earlier this year.
‘Yes I am,’ I would answer.
‘Well there’s good news – your flight is full, so we’ll be offering you a complimentary upgrade.’
‘Oh, really? That… Really? Are you, erm, sure? Erm, thank you. Haha.’
‘And you’ll be able to use the executive lounge before you board.’
‘Oh. Well. I… Ermm, ah, thank you very much. Very kind of you.”
‘You are welcome,’ would the Check-in Guy say, already regretting that he didn’t offer the upgrade to the haughty blond stunner standing in line before me, that he had considered too arrogant.

Das ist leider nicht mal sympathisch.