On my last trip from Bangalore, I was traveling with two coworkers, a man and a tall, blonde, buxomy woman who is afraid of everything. We, too, were segregated as we went through security. There were two lines, and women were directed to small wooden house, wherein there were women who would inspect or pat down female travelers in private. It looked like a guardhouse you might buy from Sears & Roebuck out of a catalogue. My female coworker told me that the inspection wasn't very thorough, although they tried to sell her linens and other textile goods.
For men it was different. One stands on a small platform and is inspected by someone from the armed forces, complete with uniform and machine gun. The Army guard motioned me over to him and looked me up and down as I stood on the raised platform. No one else could hear us. He smiled.
He: You've got big muscles. I: I'm trying! But you must have muscles, too, with all your military training. He: [ smiling shyly ] Not like yours!
Normally, a man in uniform making nice compliments is a fantasy, but I wasn't feeling well, so I let him go.
One of the flight attendants looks like a tall version of billeyler --but less gay.
Isn't ev…never mind.
I don't like transferring in France. Frankfurt is far nicer and while you have to do security more than once, at least you don't change buildings and there are clean places to find a bite to eat. When traveling from California to India, I traditionally have done the SFO to Tokyo Narita to Singapore route. I rest there for a couple of days before heading on to Chennai/Bangalore.
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Date: 2012-02-14 05:19 pm (UTC)For men it was different. One stands on a small platform and is inspected by someone from the armed forces, complete with uniform and machine gun. The Army guard motioned me over to him and looked me up and down as I stood on the raised platform. No one else could hear us. He smiled.
He: You've got big muscles.
I: I'm trying! But you must have muscles, too, with all your military training.
He: [ smiling shyly ] Not like yours!
Normally, a man in uniform making nice compliments is a fantasy, but I wasn't feeling well, so I let him go.
One of the flight attendants looks like a tall version of
Isn't ev…never mind.
I don't like transferring in France. Frankfurt is far nicer and while you have to do security more than once, at least you don't change buildings and there are clean places to find a bite to eat. When traveling from California to India, I traditionally have done the SFO to Tokyo Narita to Singapore route. I rest there for a couple of days before heading on to Chennai/Bangalore.