Plane to Madrid

As I’m standing in line to board the plane, somebody pushes me aggressively in the back several times and forgets to apologize, another person jumps on my foot.

When I begin to walk down the aisle, two older ladies survey my outfit with critical stares, roll their eyes, and make disapproving noises. A gentleman stands riveted in the aisle, waving his arms about and maintaining an unhurried but very loud discussion with somebody in the crowd.

I keep getting jostled in the back by passengers who seem to refuse to notice my existence.

Oh Spanish people! I have missed you so.

I’m now working on removing the beatific American expression of tranquility and politeness off my face and putting on a more appropriate expression of a permanent Spanish annoyance. The smiles are out, the eye-rolls and growling are in.

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