At the Delta gate for the night flight departing to Amsterdam from ATL, Big Man was irate. “This is ridiculous!”—he bellowed in his distinct Nigerian Britico aka fake British accent. Big Man was short and stocky, with a pair of Einstein glasses perched on his nose above a full but nicely trimmed mustache, and a rotund belly pushing his expensive kaftan strenuously towards infinity and beyond that had the young kid standing across from him gawking in awe.
Do you know who I am?
Do you know who I am?
Do you know who I am?
At the Delta gate for the night flight departing to Amsterdam from ATL, Big Man was irate. “This is ridiculous!”—he bellowed in his distinct Nigerian Britico aka fake British accent. Big Man was short and stocky, with a pair of Einstein glasses perched on his nose above a full but nicely trimmed mustache, and a rotund belly pushing his expensive kaftan strenuously towards infinity and beyond that had the young kid standing across from him gawking in awe.