As I was wonderfully wandering (to match the glorious food) through the airport looking for my gate, I came across a little man-probably about eight-pushing a suitcase almost twice as tall as he. As my wont, I made a smartass comment. He sighed, shock his head and said “well, you know how women are.” I didn’t. But I didn’t tell him. Probably should have maybe he could have taught me a thing or two. His mom-a tall thin black supermodelish looking lady carrying a very kind face--revealing her native tongue, replied “Wei Wei” and laughed. Aww kids. Her response relieved my anxiety (one never knows how a parent will respond when you approach their child or for that matter how anyone will respond, understandably, nowadays and made me feel a little bit somewhat like a human. That was nice. We exchanged pleasantries, a few leftover words that were lying about that were meant to bring a smile into the moment and with my spirits buoyed by a little man making sure his mother and two younger sisters--he was a busy little guy—were being looked after. I left him to herding his womenfolk and went back to wonderfully wandering. The End.
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