The Nice Thing About Strangers

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The Nice Thing About Strangers

Long blonde ponytailed-twentysomething balances on her wedge shoes and tugs her jacket over her leggings and looks as angry as she had in our excessively hot airplane. She waites for her ride at the airport arrivals curb. The minutes grow long and she keeps shifting back and forth, leaning to gaze past the cars fetching passengers. She backs into a police officer who hustles up and down the sidewalk, waving his arms to move cars along. She blushes and glares at the place where her picker-upper should be parking.

A white sedan pulls up with two children in the back seat. The kids are bouncing, singing a song. Their faces light up to high beams when they spot a woman next to the blonde. This woman is their mother, a dark haired and stout woman, patiently waiting. Their car pauses in front of the furious blonde who can’t help but…

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This entry was posted on January 13, 2014 by in Travel.

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