Thursday, March 31, 2011

AT THE AIRPORT



I am in an airport terminal.  Aside from the one security officer that is processing me, there is no one else around in close proximity.  I am aware that there are other people in the background which is in shadows.
I am given a bunch of papers that I need to fill out.  One is a very pretty folded card, brightly decorated with spring-like pictures, and I am told that this is very important, because this will be the card that will enable me to move freely across the border both ways.
I feel rather confused by the whole process, wondering how I managed to get into this situation.  However, I take the papers and go to a place where I can fill them out.  Strangely enough, the only other thought as I do this is that now I'll be able to go to SCA events and SF-F cons in the States, should I ever want to do so. 
The security officer is a middle-aged man, wearing black pants and a white shirt.  He is rather heavy-set, with thinning brown hair that's streaked with gray.  He is very pleasant and courteous.  As I am filling out the paperwork, all standard stuff, he keeps hovering around me, which I find slightly annoying.  However, I do recognize that he is simply lonely, and likes the fact that there is someone there he can talk to.
In the distance I hear the sound of an airplane taking off... 


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