Some people call us weirdos... some call us crazy nuts... some even think we're an entirely different species... and most don't understand why we spend three-quarters of our lives caressing our step ladders in the hot stinking sun by the runway fence far from human civilisation armed with heavy humongous SLRs weighing a ton each. Well... just call us plane spotters. Not plain spotters, but PLANE spotters.
Yes, if you've ever had a chance to spend 5 minutes observing us, you'll notice that we hardly talk to each other. We just stand there, gazing into the blue open skies, gazing into the distant, or glance at our watches, all in the hope of something unusual and rare appearing in front of our eyes. When when a rare "bird" does appear, we climb onto our ladders in unison, and if it's your lucky day, you will hear a burst of camera shutters firing away, just like what you and your colleagues would do with automatic rifles if you had a chance to kill your boss. And immediately after that, you will see us bow our heads (just like how you would as a sign of respect after killing your boss) and stare intently on the LCD screens on our cameras while we scrutinise each and every one of our shots.
That's us... we're plainly plane spotters.
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