There is this old saying: what goes on in NYC with a smoking hot woman you met on an airplane stays in NYC.
And who says she is "Smoking hot"? Probably some middle aged housewife who just hapens to have a PhD in drum tuning. Ha.
Oi you. I'll have you know that I followed Andy to the airport, got him upgraded to First Class so he could sit next to me, and we are both in NYC as I type this.
He says hi, btw.
First class? You don't need the legroom!
Sorry my dear, I couldn't resist.
No, you git, but I do need the champagne.
No, you git, but I do need the champagne.