I know I shouldn't write this, but can any thing else go wrong? I get to the Newark airport, and I try to check in at the self check kiosk. It took me a while of typing in secret codes and scanning official documents before a giant yellow exclamation point jumped out at me! It told me to find an employee. A line was forming behind me, and it was a line of impatient people who hated me. I finally flagged down a flight attendant who was friendly but clueless. She just told me to go to the long ass line on the other side. I proclaimed my panic about leaving a computer full of my information alone in case it spit out my flight ticket. She then cleverly pressed the "exit" button which reset the system. I smiled shyly and ran to the long ass line.
After moving slowly through the velvet ropes, which I hate because they give me the false feeling that I am about to go on a ride or see a movie, I got to another kiosk that looked eerily similar to the one I just left. This one was exactly like the other- just near employees. I went through the same process, and a giant yellow ! jumped at me again. The lady, dressed like a pilot, as all airport employees are, entered some of her codes and asked me for my Indian passport. I, stared at her for a moment and then stammered, "i- uh- merican- uh- here" I gave her my United States passport and the two of us stared into each other's eyes. It was not a sexy moment. It was just- weird. Actually it was just like a Curb Your Enthusiasm stare down. buh-buh-bum-bum-bumm
Then she suddenly plugged in more numbers and told me it was fine. I asked her about ten times if I would be safe in India because I had a layover there. She shrugged me off and said, "yeah, yeah, just don't plan to live there." With the fear of being arrested by the Indian airport police, I left for my gate- the wrong direction of course.
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