This Avatar of Mr Bean is called Mr P and let me settle your doubts right now, ... the P is not short form for Pea! Now, when Mr P flew back to New Zealand, he managed to lose his suitcases again!
He had prepared well for the journey and planned to arrive at the airport well on time. But he spent a lot of time with his grooming and styling in front of the mirror, and arrived at the busy American airport in a rush. By then, long queues had formed at the check-in counters.
Mr P prides himself as being quite intelligent, and little by little, he moved past the passengers in front of him in the queue. At times he smiled obsequiously at them and took advantage of their bonhomie. At other times if he felt intimidated by the way they looked, he meekly moved to a place ahead of them after diverting their attention elsewhere or eluding their observation. In this way, finally he reached the check-in counter and managed to check in his luggage.
His luggage was tagged by the lady at the check-in and they were sitting on the weighing area, about to be transferred to the roller belts for transmission to the plane. Then Mr P suddenly remembered that he had his favourite pack of "Simply Squeezed" orange juice in his bag that he planned to carry with him as cabin luggage. Mr P remembered that it would not be allowed into the plane but he hated throwing it away.
So what did Mr P do? He made a few surreptitious attempts to get the nearest checked in bag opened to put in that bottle of orange juice into it without troubling the lady at the check-in. This was not at all successful and only managed to raise all sorts of suspicions in her. After all this was the USA! The lady authoritatively asked Mr P to move on. But then Mr P told her very apologetically that he was cold and ill and needed to get a sweater out of his checked in suitcase. The soft hearted lady finally complied and Mr P took off the nearest bag, opened it and put in the orange juice, zipped it and put it back on the weighing area.
He then realised that the lady had been watching him all the time and he had not taken a sweater out of the bag! He sometimes seemed to care too much for what others thought of him! So he grabbed the second bag off from the weighing area, opened it and rummaged all around to find an ideal sweater. By the time he had pulled one out and the bag was back on the weighing area, he had held up a long line of people who were getting very anxious and impatient. Being the polite Mr P he was, he took some more time thanking the lady at the check-in profusely before he was impatiently shoved aside by the elderly passenger waiting next in line. Her patience was stretched to breaking point when Mr P gave her an admonishing look and stopped to advise her on good manners.
After all this, Mr P finally boarded the plane and reached New Zealand. As the plane was landing in Auckland, he was carefully planning out strategies to get the bottle of orange juice past the customs. Of course he had been in trouble with the New Zealand customs before. And at that time it was because of a forgotten pear in his luggage from his previous day's lunch! The New Zealand customs definitely did not like plant material! By the time he went to collect his baggage, Mr P had a nice plan ready to hoodwink those officers.
But then he didn't need a plan! His baggage had not made it to New Zealand, and neither did the orange juice! Maybe during all the commotion of checking in and rechecking in, the destination tags on the bags must have been mixed up! Maybe they could have been tagged for the destination of the elderly lady and she also ended up losing her luggage just because of being next in line to Mr P. Who knows?.... Anything can happen when Mr P is involved!
However, I am sure, that lady if she lost her luggage, would not contemplate what Mr P was thinking while standing by the conveyor belt! Mr P observed that the moving belt that had not delivered his luggage, disappeared into a dark hole in the wall behind and he wanted to make sure that his bags were not in the dark hole. So after the crowd of passengers had left, was he planning to lie down on the conveyor belt and take a ride to see if his bags were on the other side... Just in case.......!? It tickles one's imagination!
Anyway, the long and short of it was that Mr P had lost his luggage again! All for a bottle of orange juice!
For more adventures/misadventures of the Avatar of Mr Bean, please go tohttp://avatarofmrbean.blogspot.com/
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He had prepared well for the journey and planned to arrive at the airport well on time. But he spent a lot of time with his grooming and styling in front of the mirror, and arrived at the busy American airport in a rush. By then, long queues had formed at the check-in counters.
Mr P prides himself as being quite intelligent, and little by little, he moved past the passengers in front of him in the queue. At times he smiled obsequiously at them and took advantage of their bonhomie. At other times if he felt intimidated by the way they looked, he meekly moved to a place ahead of them after diverting their attention elsewhere or eluding their observation. In this way, finally he reached the check-in counter and managed to check in his luggage.
His luggage was tagged by the lady at the check-in and they were sitting on the weighing area, about to be transferred to the roller belts for transmission to the plane. Then Mr P suddenly remembered that he had his favourite pack of "Simply Squeezed" orange juice in his bag that he planned to carry with him as cabin luggage. Mr P remembered that it would not be allowed into the plane but he hated throwing it away.
So what did Mr P do? He made a few surreptitious attempts to get the nearest checked in bag opened to put in that bottle of orange juice into it without troubling the lady at the check-in. This was not at all successful and only managed to raise all sorts of suspicions in her. After all this was the USA! The lady authoritatively asked Mr P to move on. But then Mr P told her very apologetically that he was cold and ill and needed to get a sweater out of his checked in suitcase. The soft hearted lady finally complied and Mr P took off the nearest bag, opened it and put in the orange juice, zipped it and put it back on the weighing area.
He then realised that the lady had been watching him all the time and he had not taken a sweater out of the bag! He sometimes seemed to care too much for what others thought of him! So he grabbed the second bag off from the weighing area, opened it and rummaged all around to find an ideal sweater. By the time he had pulled one out and the bag was back on the weighing area, he had held up a long line of people who were getting very anxious and impatient. Being the polite Mr P he was, he took some more time thanking the lady at the check-in profusely before he was impatiently shoved aside by the elderly passenger waiting next in line. Her patience was stretched to breaking point when Mr P gave her an admonishing look and stopped to advise her on good manners.
After all this, Mr P finally boarded the plane and reached New Zealand. As the plane was landing in Auckland, he was carefully planning out strategies to get the bottle of orange juice past the customs. Of course he had been in trouble with the New Zealand customs before. And at that time it was because of a forgotten pear in his luggage from his previous day's lunch! The New Zealand customs definitely did not like plant material! By the time he went to collect his baggage, Mr P had a nice plan ready to hoodwink those officers.
But then he didn't need a plan! His baggage had not made it to New Zealand, and neither did the orange juice! Maybe during all the commotion of checking in and rechecking in, the destination tags on the bags must have been mixed up! Maybe they could have been tagged for the destination of the elderly lady and she also ended up losing her luggage just because of being next in line to Mr P. Who knows?.... Anything can happen when Mr P is involved!
However, I am sure, that lady if she lost her luggage, would not contemplate what Mr P was thinking while standing by the conveyor belt! Mr P observed that the moving belt that had not delivered his luggage, disappeared into a dark hole in the wall behind and he wanted to make sure that his bags were not in the dark hole. So after the crowd of passengers had left, was he planning to lie down on the conveyor belt and take a ride to see if his bags were on the other side... Just in case.......!? It tickles one's imagination!
Anyway, the long and short of it was that Mr P had lost his luggage again! All for a bottle of orange juice!
For more adventures/misadventures of the Avatar of Mr Bean, please go tohttp://avatarofmrbean.blogspot.com/
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