Well here is another adventure from our overseas Barbie and her contributions to our blog.
British Barbie was taking a vacation with her sister and had her son, Colin, take the two of them to the airport. Before leaving British Barbie double checked her purse to make sure that her passport was in on her. On the way to the airport her son stopped to let British Barbie mail some letters. British Barbie and her sister arrived at the airport and queued up to check in. All of a sudden there was no passport. Since she had double checked her purse before she had left she was adamant that the passport must have fallen out at the x-ray machine that all bags go through now.
So off goes British Barbie to check with security. They can’t find the passport. Since our British Barbie was insistent on the passport having been in her purse she was able to persuade the fine security staff at the airport actually opened up and dismantled the casings of the x-ray machine in case it fell inside. Alas, it was not to be found.
The next logical solution was that our friend British Barbie must have dropped it as she was getting out of her son’s car. Since it was 11.30pm and pitch black outside, our ever persuasive British Barbie managed to get the airport police to patrol the entranceway with their flashlights on and going up and down the road with such determination that you would have thought it was a crime scene investigation. In the middle of all this British Barbie’s cell phone rang and it was her brother-in-law, Alan, calling.
Turns out that British Barbie dropped her passport while at the post box delivering letters. A girl walking home found it, picked it up and called the emergency contact number on it. That number happened to be British Barbie’s mum. Her mum then called the Alan at work. Alan met the girl who had found the passport and then rang Colin. Colin was halfway home from the airport at this time so Alan flew off in his car, met Colin along the way and Colin drove off like Eddie Irvine back to the airport. British Barbie met him outside the doors and with just minutes to spare managed to get onto her flight. Upon boarding the plane British Barbie and her sister were met with a round of applause from both the stewardesses and the passengers since the adventures of the missing passport apparently had been told to them to explain what was happening with the two ‘missing’ passengers.
I had forwarded the blog to British Barbie to let her know of her guest spot, and so she could read the whimsical on-goings of our Toronto Barbie. She loved the stories and provided even more material thus ensuring she has a regular spot on this blog site 😀
So one day our British Barbie was in a bit of a scramble in her house doing laundry and making her morning tea. Of course things never work out as planned when multi-tasking, as most of us can attest to.
On goes the kettle, out comes one load from the washing machine and into the dryer and another load into the washing machine. I should note to our readers that in Britain the laundry machines are often in the kitchen and not in a separate room like over here in North America.
Sure enough the kettle pops and in the scramble of doing all three tasks things start to crumble. British Barbie throws the two tea bags into the washing machine instead of the teapot, the detergent into the dryer instead of the washer and couldn’t find the tea bags on the counter so she put instant coffee into her cup and poured the kettle opting for a cup of joe instead.
As she started all the machines up and sat to her coffee, the dryer started smoking from the detergent powder getting into the electrical wires. She jumped up to shut the dryer down and pull the clothes out fearing that the burning smell was actually her clothes on fire. Thankfully they weren’t but she did need a repair man to come in and take about the entire machine before it could be fixed.
When the washer stopped her load of laundry, and it was a white load, came out a lovely colour of what can only be described as Tetley Tea brown.
Needless to say it was a rather expensive morning for our poor British Barbie.
Ok, this story deviates from my usual Barbie stories. This was told to me by a friend of the family back in Northern Ireland and when hearing the story our Barbie admitted she could see herself doing this. So, we will now have a British Barbie addition to the blog for today.
So British Barbie has discovered the joys of selling and buying from her computer at home by the means of ebay. One day she decided to sell a dress that she had purchased some time ago but had never gotten around to wearing it. Having paid £20 (about $32) for it she wasn’t too attached to it or upset to see it sold so she listed it on ebay for auction. After a few days a sale was agreed upon to the sum of £8 (about $13). So the dress, with the original price tag on it since it was never worn, was packaged and shipped out.
Fast forward a few weeks and while window shopping, if that’s the appropriate term, on ebay our British Barbie found some clothes she was interested in buying, including a new dress. So she goes forth with the transactions through ebay and awaited her new items of fashion. The items finally arrive about a week later and as she opens them up she sees a familiar item…a dress of similar colour and cut to the one just sold. As she pulls it out to further investigate British Barbie sees the price tag still hanging from it – yes, my friends, she purchased the same dress back for a sum of £12 (about $19) and therefore had bought the dress twice for a sum of £24 (about $40).