i'm a small indian woman

so when i boarded the plane to go to canada a small indian woman was sitting in my beloved window seat. i tried to politely tell her she was in my seat but she shook her head no and said she didn't speak english so i grabbed a flight attendant and they found the seat she should have sat in and plopped me there instead.

i texted j and told her if i were to get amnesia and they called her to say, "your friend in whatever whatever seat, named taj, has amnesia" don't hang up. it was simply me.

i love flying...

full circle moment: when i returned and was paying my fee at the flyaway for storing my beloved car the guy at the ticket window asked me if i was indian. said i looked like his people back home. somehow the world finds new and clever ways of making me chuckle randomly.


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