Sunday I arrived at Newark International super early for my flight to Guayaquil since the usual almost hour cab ride only took half an hour. On my way to the security check, I showed my passport and boarding pass to the random airport worker that makes sure you're in the right check line before you are screened by the actual US border guy. He took my passport and stared at the photo not with his brow furrowed in concentration, but with a slight smile of admiration. And this was not the typical look at the photo, look at the person screening - he stared at it for a REALLY long time, while I stood there waiting for him to just let me through. He then looked up and me and said that my picture is cute (it's not) and then asked "Can I kiss it?" I was taken aback and replied "Well that would be weird" with a WTF expression plastered across my face. He then grabbed my hand and gently place my passport in my palm and closed my fingers around my precious identification and sent me on my way.
Again, it's always the ones you don't want....and even more sad for me is that these "ones" are often food delivery men and random thugs.
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