6h30 AM, at the Trudeau airport security checkpoint on my way to a coordinator meeting. I'm sleepy; I need a Starbuck's latte; and I'm holding on to my pants (my belt is in the x-ray machine).
Dude from behind his x-ray machine: where are you going?
Me: huh? (Didn't I already answer that back at Customs?)
Dude: where are you going?
Me: Scottsdale, Arizona.
Dude: you are very pretty.
Me: thanks. My husband thinks so too.
His coworker laughs and searches my bag.
(Dude, next time keep your eyes on the bloody machine)
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Haaaaaaaa. T malade... Je te reconnais bien là, c pour ca que je parle pas aux inconnues, pour pas me faire BURN comme ca!
P-Y xox
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