The Betaal at Airport Security
As we were going to Goa on a weekday, the airport queues were quite short. As luck would have it, both the slots of the ladies’ security check queues were empty at the same time. So my wife told our 11 yo daughter to go in one while she went in the other.
The lady doing the
security check asked my daughter where she was going. Panic stricken, my
daughter yelled for help, “Amma!”. This from the same kid who will talk
incessantly all the time. The one who can speak a mile a minute. The girl who
can argue about any topic under the sun, even when she has no clue about the
matter. But ask Miss Chatterbox a simple query with a one-word answer, and
suddenly she is dumbstruck. Like the betaal had finally posed the question for which
even Vikram does not have the answer.
The two ladies
doing the security check had a hearty laugh. Like they were expecting just such
a reaction. That this was par for the course among kids. A way for them to
liven things up at work.
I wonder if
airport folks have a term for this phenomenon – maybe even a cool one like
“broken arrow” from the John Travolta movie by the same name:
“I
don't know what's scarier, losing nuclear weapons, or that it happens so often
there's actually a term for it.”
Except this one is funny.
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