I don’t have the exact date when I first arrived at Chicago International Airport in the mid 1990’s. [But I will locate it as soon as I have the chance.] Anyway, it was for a double wedding over the weekend of two of our relatives from Philippines. The weather was freezing for it was during the winter months.
While my relatives from the Bay Area and I waited at an area for the pick-up of the vans driven by the uncles, I made smoke into the air from my breath. Ahead, I saw a darkly shaded guy in a long trench coat with his hands crossed over the other in front of him. I believe there was another chap situated on the other side of the doors to the terminal where we all exited.
Then while I still faced the chap and while my back was still turned towards the zone in front of the airport terminal to where all the vehicles were picking up other people, two light-skinned, but black, kids brushed up against me from right to left, very quickly that I turned my head and glared at them.
No sooner than this incident happened, the biggest van (almost like a Dodge for about eight people) drove up and I immediately found myself inside the back seat. And for whatever strange reason, I was wedged in between my aunties `Ed!t#` to my left and `M@r!e` to my right. Everyone else seemed to be waiting outside to find out who gets to sit with whom.
All I could image was that this incident had something to do with dating a former GM co-worker, J*n K^b!ak, who used to live in Schaumburg, Illinois, which is supposed to be a corrupt state of the U.S. where Barack Obama won a seat as Senator and became the 44th President of the U.S.
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