An anxious young woman passenger; her long brown hair swathed with snowflakes, gingerly emerged.
Lois!
“Opening the trunk is fine but youse gotta get your own bags.
Psst! You forgot the end ". Also, I'm assuming this guy is from Brooklyn?
“Take it up with my supervisor, sweetie,” he growled.
Uh oh. Never, *never* do that to Lois.
“Take it up with my supervisor!” The brunette yelled back.
See?
“I’m supposed to be on Air Germany Flight 1278 to Kinshasa connecting through Munich.
Pstt...another missing end ".
I am sorry, Miss Lane, but there has been a thirty minute delay while the wings are being de-iced.
How to piss off Lois, fast.
<Blast the weather! I have got to reach Brazzaville in the Congo. There’s a story out there with my byline on it! Perry has trusted me to bring in a killer article about gunrunners in the Congo and *nothing* not even a snow storm is going to stop me from keeping my word!>
Oh dear. Oh dear. Please, let her flight get snowed out.
He’s wearing a bowler hat and a frock coat, the last time she had seen one of those outfits was in a movie.
Hi, Herb!
Hadn’t Lex Luthor and that other millionaire Bruce Wayne held such parties on their private planes?>
Personally, she never took much stock in anything the bookish woman wrote about, she did not look like the type to write about wild celebrity gatherings, much less attend one.
Wow! This really *is* an Alt Universe!
“Mr. and Mrs. Luthor, please look this way!” One of the swarm shouted. “Is it true you are donating part of the proceeds from the sale of your Picasso collection to help the homeless children of Metropolis?”
“Lois Lane, please pick up the nearest red courtesy phone. Lois Lane, please pick up the nearest red courtesy phone.”
Clark???
I’m on the hook for this plane ticket!
Wouldn't the Planet be on the hook?
She is so infuriated; she fails to notice a very handsome young man glazing at her with a curious expression on his face.
Clarkkkkk!
“Wow, she’s really steamed! I’m going to have quite a fireball on my hands.”
Clark Kent, meet Lois Lane.
Clark no longer dejected and cast down walks away with Herb, with a new confidence and a new sense of purpose.
Awww! What a great little story!