I had made my decision, this time I’m the last person who gets on the plane. I am going to sit here and read my short story collection. I am not going to fight to get on the plane earlier. I will be the last one...
5 minutes later:
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No one has joined the line for a while now. Yes, I am the last one getting on the plane. I am going to have the pleasure of being the cool guy who smiles at the flight attendant with no rush holding a collection of short stories, walking slowly!
Can I see your ID and boarding pass please? And I give her my passport. Picture on the passport has nothing to do with me! (Thanks to Iranian passport office for stretching my picture!). She is a bit confused but it’s not a big deal. What kind of idiot would use a fake Iranian passport for a domestic flight in Canada anyways? Smiles and hands me the passport. I walk exactly like the cool guy I had pictured in my mind towards the gate!
2 seconds later:
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Can I see your ID and boarding pass please? I hear the voice again! She couldn’t have asked me! She just checked my suspicious passport!
Then I look back. Damn it! There is no way to be anything in this world! Even the last person...
20 minutes later:
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Sir! Would you like a drink? Tea please. Flight attendant seems to have liked my choice, smiles and asks “Cookies to go along with that?”
Yes, I answer.
Gives me another smile and appreciates my choice of drink and snack one more time. One of those smiles you can read word by word! Meaning this is the best combination one could make with our shitty service!
40 minutes later:
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I am in Vancouver now.
P.S. Reading short stories in English could seriously damage your brain! Be careful!
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