CatYaaak
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Speaking of "the only game in town" and expensive catering, how about this?
In sub-sahara Africa...days waiting for a VIP and entourage to finish up a safari. On the morning of our departure one of his friend/cousin/whatever's BBJs shows up...having flown in from Paris, France as a favor....for the sole purpose of delivering catering to our aircraft since I guess none of the catering on the entire continent of Africa was up to snuff. The transfer was performed by the catering crew and overseen by the chef that arrived on the BBJ. After unloading all the unpronouncable horse doovers, entrees, and desserts, and having accomplished this Very Important and Critical Mission, the Boeing departed, headed back to Frogland from whence it came.
On the flight back to Sandland, the Frog BBJ-supplied catering went virtually untouched, since everyone ate the slain meat the Great Hunters had culled straight from Nature, and had locally-prepared. I think I had either hippo or cape buffalo meat.....or maybe it was giraffe (I'm no connosoir, so I can't be sure). The "only game in town" turned out to be quite literally, Game.
Later, the night shift handlers back where we're based ate the silly, unspellable French stuff, so they were happy too. Kind of expensive catering tho.
In sub-sahara Africa...days waiting for a VIP and entourage to finish up a safari. On the morning of our departure one of his friend/cousin/whatever's BBJs shows up...having flown in from Paris, France as a favor....for the sole purpose of delivering catering to our aircraft since I guess none of the catering on the entire continent of Africa was up to snuff. The transfer was performed by the catering crew and overseen by the chef that arrived on the BBJ. After unloading all the unpronouncable horse doovers, entrees, and desserts, and having accomplished this Very Important and Critical Mission, the Boeing departed, headed back to Frogland from whence it came.
On the flight back to Sandland, the Frog BBJ-supplied catering went virtually untouched, since everyone ate the slain meat the Great Hunters had culled straight from Nature, and had locally-prepared. I think I had either hippo or cape buffalo meat.....or maybe it was giraffe (I'm no connosoir, so I can't be sure). The "only game in town" turned out to be quite literally, Game.
Later, the night shift handlers back where we're based ate the silly, unspellable French stuff, so they were happy too. Kind of expensive catering tho.
