The man burst through the airport doors, pushing all in front of him to the side. Through the souvenir shops and food courts, through the clothes shops and the fancy prize firari until he reached the ticket desk. A new isle had opened up and a young man stood behind his desk.
"How may I help you sir?" he asked the panting man.
"Give a ticket for an aeroplane..." the man demanded.
"Sir I'm afraid that most of our outgoing flights have been cancelled due to strikes, can a order you a bullet train ticket?"
"I aint got time to catch a fast train, lonely days are gone, I'm a going home, my baby just wrote me a letter..."
"Okay, if you insist on flying so be it..." the man looked down at his computer, checked some prices then looked back up. "All soon outgoing flights are extremely expensive, are you sure you don't want me to book you a train ticket?"
"I don't care how much money I've got spend, got to get back to my baby again, lonely days are gone, I'm a going home, my baby just wrote a letter."
"Okay..." the man behind the counter could only stare in bamboozle-ment at the crazy singing man in front of him. The older gentleman handed him a thick wad of £100 notes, the young man accepted the money but was grim faced. "I'm sorry sir but we do not accept cash, only credit."
The man's face dropped and began to sing again. "My baby just wrote a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more, listen Mister can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more. Anyway..."
"Fine Sir, I'll make a little under-the-table transaction, where did you say you wanted to go?"
"Give a ticket for an aeroplane..."
"Yes, you already said that."
"I aint got time to take a fast train, lonely days..."
"Sir."
"Are gone I'm a going home my baby just wrote me a letter."
"As you already said, but WHERE are you going?"
"I don't care how much money I've got to spend, got to get back to my baby again..."
"Em, Sir?"
"Lonely days are gone, I'm a going home, my baby just wrote me a letter."
"Fuck you, I'm calling security." The man behind the counter proceeded to pick up a telephone and dial a few numbers. "Security? Yes this is desk 5. We've got another singer. Yeah I know, I always get the singers." The other man then proceeded to fall on his knees and start crying, whilst still singing.
"She just wrote me a letter, said she couldn't live without me no more..." By this time two large men in security uniforms, had grabbed him by either arm and were proceeding out the front door, the man singing, his voice fading all the way. "Listen Mister can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more..." The figures had faded away into the distance and the man's voice was silenced with a swift knee to the genitals. The lucky man behind the counter began counting his newly found wealth.
If you have no idea what that was about, listen to the song "The Letter"- by The Box Tops.