by Wistful in Houston
So, being the nice fellow that I am, I started a conversation with her. Well, we really hit it off, and after smoking a bit of her stuff, we really hit it off.
"OK, so I got to Schipol late one evening after a short weekend in Amsterdam visiting friends and generally doing...well...Amsterdam stuff. I was going to Newark, taking the old early morning flight at around 10 (I think, it might have been a bit later), but was a bit low on the cash, so I headed to the airport to get a bit of shut-eye before I could enter security and have abit of breakfast. So, I hunkered down on the oft-mentioned chairs with armrests (damn designers), when the nicest little South American girl named Consuela, who I believe was from Caracas, sat down next to me at around 1:00am. So, being the nice fellow that I am, I started a conversation with her. Well, we really hit it off, and after smoking a bit of her stuff, we really hit it off. Next thing I know, I'm in the funky arrivals lounge restroom banging this chick completely stoned out of my mind!! We slumped back into the chair-cum-negative-sleep-aide until I awoke the next day to see myself alone (once again), hungry and just in time to enter security and grab a bite to eat. I know that this was a once-in-a-lifetime event, but it definitely puts Schiphol tops on my list!!!"