ok here goes. the flight was easy peasy. we [nano, mummy, ism, abez and aniraz] flew into chicago where i picked up 2 different chics. which usually happens in the beginning of the flight. i guess i'm losing my touch. a good thing though. but this time it happened near the end. i was trying to get to my carry on which was obviously too heavy to even lift over my head. i wouldn't have it any other way you see. and this aunty sort lady is like "you look familiar" so i say "oh?" she said "yes, i think i've seen you somewhere" i say "are you from isb?" she says "yes" i say "hmmm" she says "i think you were on the same flight i was on a month ago" i says "well i haven't been here for the last 8 months" so she says "oh, were you at isna" i say "yes, last year, right?" and she says "yes, i think i saw you there" i say "oh, maybe, i'm sorry i don't remember" she says "yes, i remember" and then i fake try to talk to ism about something important because i didn't know what else to talk about with her. we smiled at each other from across the luggage carousel to end our relationship. the other chic was the bulgarian who wheeled nano around in the chicago airport. very nice but a little too. what's the word? forward? i'm not into that. in a matter of minutes i knew she had been in the country for only 6 months. she had just gotten married. she had a 3 year old son. his name is dennis. she flirted with every other guy. she also had too much make up on. the only thing she got out of me was that i was going to atlanta. that was on the tix too but i guess she didn't know what else to talk about. so i talked and apparently she was comfortable enough sharing everything with me. i think i prefer that. that i find out more about someone else during a conversation than i share about myself. it's a game. if someone else is playing that same game it's a challenge. if not, then it's easy. and i'm not into that. we also had a slight tiff with the security. actually by we i mean my mother. first my mom packed a carton that said biohazard on it. the security guy is like we have to open and search this. and my mom was like that's fine. and she laughed and said i didn't realize that. and he's like this is not a funny matter. this is serious. someone could have taken the box and burned the contents due to the sign on the carton. and so ofcourse that made my mother laugh more and the guy had this i'm angry at you for not taking me seriously face. but my mom didn't care so we just shrugged off the delay. on the other hand there was a little quarrel as we were asked for a random traveling while nonwhite check. while we were waiting to spread 'em and get felt up there was this dude who wanted to check my mom's purse. so she said from across that she wanted to be there while he checked the purse and for him to wait. he apparently wasn't able to control his annoyance or his voice and he started yelling about how she could see from there. my mom told the lady that was with her to tell him not to look through her things until she had reached the bag. so the lady did. and that apparently ruffled that dude's feathers even more. so he started getting loud and defensive. there was some heat. and i started laughing. and you know how irritating that is for someone who is angry? and i said something like that dude must have been having a bad day all loud enough for him to hear it and he was further chafed. so he's like let her wait to the lady that was attending to my mom. and that fueled my mom further and although everyone was on my mom's side we asked her to just let it be. i wanted to reach across and climb onto the top of his head and play the tabla to inflame him even more but i figured i couldn't get my hands around his neck which happened to be as thick as his head. i wanted to play tabla on his head and that mental image made me smile so while the dude was glaring at us i could do nothing but give him a cheesy grin. and i know he was angered by that. but forget him. my mom manages to do this every time. she starts stuff. i adore mummy but i don't enjoy traveling with her because of these habits. it was a good trip overall thanks to watching the first few minutes of every movie. sleeping. and watching the end part of the pirates of the carribbean about a gazillion times. if you've flown the new boeing 777 that have joined the pia fleet [or so the cap'n said but i don't buy it] then you know what i'm talking about. i've had 3 forms of coffee since morning. 1st w/ milk. 2nd a mocha frap [it's good to be back at bn again]. 3rd as a mounds iced original from fountain city coffee [a coffee house in columbus]. maybe that's the reason for my oh so long post.