I'm not sure why this story about the Olympic Torch's trip through the north struck me as funny. My first thought when I saw it was "Sure, an open flame on an airplane, but if I try to board one with nail clippers or a bottle of water..."
My other thoughts turned to what often happens to my stuff when it travels on a (granted different) northern airline. So I give you my latest script... Going Down in Flames
INT CARGO OFFICE, NORTHERN CANADA - EVENING
A man sits leaning back in a chair his feet up on a desk. Dressed in dark coveralls and a fluorescent green vest, hearing protectors sit on his head. He holds a paddle with a small rubber ball attached by a rubber band, and he is bouncing the ball repeatedly with the paddle.
The phone rings. Looking annoyed he reluctantly sets down the ball and paddle and answers the phone.
Screen splits to reveal a man dressed in a suit, standing in front of the unlit spot for the Olympic flame at a crowded Vancouver Olympic Stadium. He's talking on a cell phone to the Cargo Man.
(Yelling)
(Sighing)



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