GUESS WHO’S GOING HOME

ME ME ME ME ME!!

I’m at the airport waiting in my gate while I attempt to write a post. I say attempt because my thumbs are frozen. I think the air conditioning in airports are handled by those who grew up with polar bears as their pets. Anyways, enough whining! I’m going home! So YAY! Yes, I’ll be having loads of work to catch up on since I’m leaving smack in the middle of things. Those rants are scheduled for when I return so I’m not going to elaborate on them now.
There is this middle aged woman sitting across me with her two children grabbing her hair for attention. I met her a few hours ago when her husband was furiously waving at an older woman-probably his mom or mistress(who am I to judge?) while she frankly looked a little relieved(who wouldn’t?). There’s this man who looks exhausted and upset. He probably must be leaving home to return to his work overseas like most. Or maybe he’s had a rough session with his mistress that he cleverly placed in a different country and now he’s returning to his wife. Pfft!
A girl is furiously punching into her phone (like me) and hasn’t even seen a really cute guy who is seated right next to her(unlike me, I checked). There’s this uncle – Fun fact : Most indians address complete strangers that are more or less middle aged as either uncle or aunt. Including me. Anyways that uncle is just sitting there now. He was doing something interesting which I forgot while I was explaining the art of addressing people in India. Bleh.

I’m still freezing. I think I have a sweater somewhere in my hand baggage but I can’t seem to recollect if I packed my granny type underwears at the top or not. In my defense, they are so much more comfortable than those flimsy ones that are more in demand. Also, the kids I mentioned earlier are just waiting for an opportunity to harass me. I can already picture them running across the gate with my elastic underwear with printed flowers and toppling over the cute guy and the girl that hasn’t seen him yet. Maybe due to the commotion she’ll look up and they’ll fall in love and then many,many years later, at their wedding they would thank granny panties everywhere for bringing them together.

I told you, granny panties are definitely more romantic than anything else. Maybe I should send an email to Victoria Beckham. Or maybe I’m in desperate need for sleep since it’s around 3:40 am. What do you think?