Author: acyyz58

The Cigar Chair Caper: A Lunchroom Tale of Unbelievable Laughter

This amusing tale, as recounted by Gag’s, harks back to a time when he was just a young and inexperienced lad, a newbie, navigating the awkward terrain of the Mod M baggage lunch room, discreetly tucked behind the supervisor’s office. On this particular day, He found himself in the company of a group of seasoned senior employees, all of whom occupied every available chair and couch.

Into this already tense situation, a larger-than-life character named Jerry The Head, who happened to be the head honcho, made his grand entrance. To top it off, he was puffing away on a cigar, the very picture of authority. With an air of entitlement, Jerry promptly singled out one of the newbies, clearly laying claim to “his” spot. As if that wasn’t enough, he commenced a spirited round of trash-talking aimed at the hapless newbie, who bore an uncanny resemblance to me.

Just when it seemed that Jerry was going to revel in his newfound throne, a twist of fate emerged in the form of Soupbone. A hushed whisper from Soupbone informed Jerry that the supervisor urgently sought his presence. Without further ado, Jerry begrudgingly vacated his seat, leaving behind his precious cigar.

Here’s where the story takes a turn toward the surreal. Soupbone, seizing this moment of vulnerability, performed an act that would be etched in the annals of lunchroom legend. He sprinted over to the Head’s vacant chair, snatched the abandoned cigar, and then, in an astonishing display of audacity, dropped his pants. What transpired next could only be described as a feat of unparalleled daring. Right there, before the astonished eyes of everyone present, Soupbone slid the cigar into a place it was never meant to go, all with a speed that defied belief.

I was left utterly dumbfounded. The entire spectacle had unfolded so rapidly and unpredictably that my brain struggled to process the sheer absurdity of it all. What had just happened? I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

Moments later, Jerry returned to the room, grumbling incessantly about his interaction with the supervisor. He reclaimed his throne and resumed his animated chatter. Then, in an astounding turn of events, he casually picked up the very cigar that had just embarked on a rather unconventional journey and continued to smoke it.

OMG! My shock was absolute. Amid the stunned silence, there were sporadic, subdued chuckles that punctuated the room. The tension was palpable.

Soupbone, as if to punctuate this bizarre act, claimed that he hated cigars because they tasted to him like shit. Jerry, never one to back down, retorted with gusto, “HELL NO, I LIKE IT!” The floodgates of laughter burst open. The room echoed with raucous, gut-splitting laughter, as everyone rolled on the floor in uncontrollable mirth. Some even raced to escape the room, unable to contain their hilarity.

I, on the other hand, remained rooted to my spot in total bewilderment. My initial instinct was to laugh, and I did, albeit hesitantly at first. However, it soon occurred to me that it might be wiser to feign ignorance and act as though I hadn’t witnessed the spectacle. I was caught in a vortex of confusion, utterly perplexed about the appropriate response.

As I sat there, gazing at my colleagues who were in the throes of laughter, I eventually mustered the courage to rise from my seat. I crept out of the room as inconspicuously as possible, hoping not to draw any attention to myself. Once I was safely outside, it hit me like a tidal wave. I burst into laughter so intense that I feared I might lose consciousness.

Needless to say, that unforgettable lunchroom experience served as a stark reminder. From that day forward, I vowed never to leave my lunch unattended, for fear of the unexpected and hilariously bizarre moments that life could serve up at any given moment!

A group of cargo ramp agents were working at a Canadian major airline’s cargo terminal, their shift assigned to the warm room. This room was designed to provide a comfortable temperature for animals being transported. On this day, rumors had spread among the workers about a large crate containing a wild cat, like a lynx or leopard, which had arrived in the terminal.

Six agents were working in the warm room when they heard about the wild cat. Curiosity piqued, they were eager to see the crate for themselves. Among them was Richie, who was especially intimidated by the thought of a wild cat being kept in the cargo terminal.

As he approached the crate, Richie heard sounds of a cat coming from within. As he got closer to investigate, the top of the crate suddenly flew open, causing Richie to scream and faint in fear. However, little did he know that one of his coworkers had entered the crate to play a practical joke on him.

In reality, the wild leopard had been transferred from the crate to a cage and picked up by the zoo staff earlier. But Richie was unaware of this, leading to his co-workers bursting out in laughter, their sides hurting from the humorous scene.

Bon voyage! A journey awaits ahead For a passenger at Pearson airport bed The sales agent greets with a warm smile Making their trip worthwhile

After a layoff, she’s back at work Determined to not let her customers lurk In the midst of the Christmas rush, she stands Helping travelers with open hands

She assists with tickets and baggage claim Easing the worries and reducing the pain Of navigating through the busy airport scene Her kindness, a joy and a welcoming dream

With a festive spirit, she spreads cheer Bringing comfort and a sense of “home” here For the traveler, on their journey ahead Her assistance, a memory to be treasured and read

Bon voyage! She wishes with grace As the passenger boards their flight, they wave in place Thanks to her help, they’re off on their way Starting a trip that will brighten their day.

So here’s to the sales agent at Pearson’s gate Her kindness and warmth, it’s never too late To make a difference and brighten a day Bon voyage! On their journey, they’re on their way.

It was a cold December evening in 1974, and passengers in Terminal 2 at Toronto International Airport were bustling about, eagerly awaiting their flights. Despite the hustle and bustle of the busy airport, there was a jovial atmosphere in the air, and the sound of cheerful laughter echoed through the terminal.

Suddenly, a group of travelers, huddled together near the gate, began to sing “Jingle Bells.” One by one, more and more passengers joined in, until the entire terminal was filled with the sound of Christmas carols. People sang with abandon, not caring that they were surrounded by strangers, or that they were all from different parts of the world.

In the lounge, a man sat at a piano, playing a beautiful rendition of “Silent Night.” His fingers danced across the keys, and the music filled the lounge, providing the perfect background for the festive singing. The passengers in the lounge sat or stood around him, singing along with the carols, or simply listening in awe to the beautiful music.

As the night wore on, more and more flights were called, and passengers said their goodbyes, eager to be on their way. Despite the departures, the singing continued, growing louder and more joyful with each passing moment.

Finally, the last flight of the evening was called, and the terminal began to clear out. The singing stopped, but the memory of the joyful carols lingered in the air. The piano player packed up his instrument and said goodbye to the few passengers left in the lounge.

As the man walked through the empty terminal, he couldn’t help but smile. He had never felt so connected to people he had never met before. The power of music and the spirit of the holidays had brought them all together, if only for a brief moment. And he would always remember that night, waiting in Terminal 2 at Toronto International Airport, singing Christmas carols with complete strangers.

Peterson was a cargo ramp agent at a major Canadian airline. He worked at the cargo terminal in GCI, where customers would drop off their cargo to be shipped on the aircraft. One day, a customer brought in an empty funeral casket to be shipped. When Peterson saw the casket, he was superstitious and became spooked by its presence. He refused to handle it.

His colleague, who was working alongside him, noticed Peterson’s distress and offered to handle the casket. He told Peterson to go get some shipping labels for him. Relieved, Peterson went to retrieve the labels. When he returned, his colleague was nowhere to be found, and the customer had already left. The only thing remaining at the dock was the casket.

Peterson reluctantly approached the casket and began putting the labels on top of it. To his shock and horror, the casket door suddenly opened and a person sat up vertically. Peterson freaked out and started screaming in his native Haitian language. He didn’t realize that the person in the casket was his buddy, who had played a practical joke on him.

“10 Men,” they called him, a ramp agent so true Efficiency his hallmark, his work always anew For a Canadian airline, he toiled day and night Load and unload planes with speed and delight

He’d smile and he’d wave, his work never done A mission to serve, his goal was to have fun Every passenger and colleague knew his name For he was the one who put their worries to shame

One day a flight was delayed, the passengers all stressed But “10 Men” stepped in, his skills put to the test He worked like a machine, loading cargo with ease And soon the plane was ready, with all its needs

The passengers cheered, the captain grateful too “10 Men” had done it, his work was now due News spread like wildfire, his name far and wide A legend was born, his legacy a pride

“10 Men,” they say, a symbol of might Efficiency and passion, shining so bright A ramp agent no more, but his name still lives on Inspiring others, a story never gone.