Boston, Logan International Airport
Jul. 19th, 2005 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franceslievensThe kid's playing with a little Lego figure on a bike. "Hey," his mama says, "We can do a bike race. You'll be Lance Armstrong and I'll be... Do you know another cyclist?"
"Jan Ulrich," the father answers.
"Okay, then I'll be Jan Ulrich." She pronounces the words carefully, tastes the unfamiliar language. And off they go, two cyclists rqcing through the lobby, almost colliding with me.
"Look out!" mama shrieks, "Don't disturb the other people." Frightened the boy looks up, notices me and hides behind his mama. I must have scared him.
"When do we leave?" He asks and peaks from behind his mother's legs in my direction.
"Not yet. They haven't called us yet."
"Will she be on the plane?" indicating me.
"I don't know, honey. Why don't we ask her where she's going?"
I say I'm going to Montréal. "Well, she's going up North and we're going South, so she won't be on our plane."
The boy seems quite relieved. I must have made an impression: as pale as a ghost and feeling very shaky and tired from the journey I probably scared that poor little fellow. You start to wonder if he'll remember that strange lady in Boston when he's my age.
"Jan Ulrich," the father answers.
"Okay, then I'll be Jan Ulrich." She pronounces the words carefully, tastes the unfamiliar language. And off they go, two cyclists rqcing through the lobby, almost colliding with me.
"Look out!" mama shrieks, "Don't disturb the other people." Frightened the boy looks up, notices me and hides behind his mama. I must have scared him.
"When do we leave?" He asks and peaks from behind his mother's legs in my direction.
"Not yet. They haven't called us yet."
"Will she be on the plane?" indicating me.
"I don't know, honey. Why don't we ask her where she's going?"
I say I'm going to Montréal. "Well, she's going up North and we're going South, so she won't be on our plane."
The boy seems quite relieved. I must have made an impression: as pale as a ghost and feeling very shaky and tired from the journey I probably scared that poor little fellow. You start to wonder if he'll remember that strange lady in Boston when he's my age.
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Date: 2005-07-19 02:51 pm (UTC)Could have been that teacherly demeanor too.... that got me all the time as a kid!
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Date: 2005-07-21 09:05 am (UTC)I'm still going for the fact that I probably looked like a vampire.
I was sitting by the window, though. :-)