Every time I go through the airport, they freak over my Boots – they are only Boots, for heaven’s sake. At Luton the people go bananas.
‘Off’ they yell, ‘Boots off!’
My Boots are nice, sturdy things, but they sure upset Luton where Easy Jet becomes ‘Total Freak Jet'.
Once I have removed my offending footwear, all the staff become ‘Jolly Jet’ and beam away.
No such carry on at the Berlin end – ‘Kommer!!’
The Frau waves a laser stick over my dangerous boots.
”Beepity beep beep”…and it’s over.
The train from Rostock to Berlin was empty, so I rested my booted feet on the seat (they were clean you know.)
The Kraut says she has a plastic bag for such occasions, she would.
It was all right until the Frau Controller appeared, ‘Schuhen, Schuhen!’
In other words ‘Get ‘em off’
Next time I go through Berlin Schonefeld, I’ll try out this costume.
The Kraut dragged me into this shop run by a charming lady from Morocco. For some reason, she and the Kraut wanted to dress me up in this green stuff.
I shall wear it with my Boots - that should do it.
Enough to get me arrested.
Yep
(The nice lady from Morocco)
