To be honest I'm usually the least colourful of anyone unless I'm late and have to run, then my red face adds an interesting dynamic.
Its like a mini version of the world where people of all creeds and colours are united in running around in different directions. Somehow taking your shoes off for security is a bonding moment; everyone is slightly humiliated together.
Today I'm in the John F Kennedy melting pot which is a more interesting pot then, say, a place like Charlotte, NC. If JFK was a rich and spicy curry, filled with many herbs and flavours, Charlotte would be a mushroom and rice dish. JFK security is particularly humiliating as the security personal appears to be so incredably sick of their jobs that they take it out on passengers in the form of thinly veiled insults.
'See this piece of paper?' the guard waves a ticket in the air as he yells, 'this is all i need to see. Keep your passport in your pocket, I don't need to know who you are.'
or.
'Those things on your feet called shoes? Ya they need to come off and be placed on the belt.'
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I always imagined airports as some sort of galactic space station where people were different Star Wars alien species with their different ethnicities and hats. But its not because I’m a racist, I just really like Star Wars.
reading this really made me have a sudden craving for curry. thank you.
Unfortunatley, airport security is the last place you want to be snide back, unless you want to be interrogated and receive an anal probe for your cheekiness.
- Ang
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