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subota, 29.04.2006.
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Djelatnici na salteru Zagrebackog Aerodroma bi trebalo odati prizanje na duhovitom i inteligentnom odgovoru putniku koji je avionom trebao letjeti, u najboljem slucaju, u prostoru za prtljagu.
Evo sto se je dogodilo:
Zbog bure, let na relaciji Zagreb - Dubrovnik je otkazan. Vodic jedne turisticke agencije je na salteru radio re-booking za svoju povecu grupu nestrpljivih putnika, kada se jedan ljutiti gospodin progurao do saltera. Bacio je svoju kartu na pult i uzviknuo:
"Ja MORAM biti na ovom letu i to u PRVOJ KLASI!".
Djelatnica na salteru je odgovorila:
"Gospodine, zao mi je, prvo moram napraviti rezervacije za grupu ljudi koja ceka, ako budete strpljivi sigurna sam da cemo vam na neki nacin moci izaci u susret".
Ljutiti gospodin nije bio nimalo impresioniran i upitao je:
"ZNATE LI VI UOPCE TKO SAM JA!?".
Bez okljevanja, djelatnica na salteru je uzela mikrofon i rekla:
"Molim cjenjene posjetitelje Zagrebackog Aerodroma za trenutak paznje. Na terminalu za domace letove imamo putnika koji ne zna tko je. Ukoliko bilo tko moze pomoci u otkrivanju njegovog identiteta, molimo hitno da se javi na salter broj 2".
Usred histericnog smjeha putnika koji su cekali u redu, nestrpljivi gospodin je bjesnim glasom dobacio djelatnici terminala:
"Jebo te ja!"
Na to je ona ljubazno odgovorila:
"Zao mi je gospodine, ali i za to cete trebati pricekati u redu"
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Sunday morning
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road
Get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
And back and forth we sway
Like branches in a storm
Change of weather
Still together when it ends
THAT MAY BE ALL I NEED
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling
And I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it will bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you
You may not know
THAT MAY BE ALL I NEED
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
Driving slow, yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
There's a flower in your hair
I'm a flower in your hair
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Whoa, yeah
She will be loved
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
I don't mind spending every day
out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along(yeeah)
My heart is full and my doors always open
You can come anytime you want(yeah!)
I don't mind spending every day
out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me catch her every time she falls(yeeahh)
Tap on my window,
Knock on my door
I wanna make you feel beautiful
I don't mind spending every day
out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look at the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she Will be loved
(Tried so hard to say goodbye)
I dont mind spending everyday ( Please don't try so hard to say goodbye)
out on your corner in the pouring rain (Please don't try so hard to say goodbye)
(Please don't try so hard to say goodbye)
(fades out)
