Fortunately the male security agent seemed to have the same feeling and was clearly uncomfortable. “Yes,” he told her. “That was literally the first thing I did.” She looked even more dejected by that and just handed me back my passport saying that I was free to go. I didn’t have much time to reflect on the situation because I only had 10 minutes to run another half-mile or so to my departing gate. I made my flight but it was still a weird experience and I wonder if I would have made my flight had the male security agent not done his pat-down before she got there.
They were so into it that they didn’t even notice me watching them. When they finished, John made a move to go to the bathroom. He turned towards the door and that’s when he saw me. He looked like an electrocuted cat (I haven’t seen one, chill) and screamed like a lady. Brittany sat up in bed and saw me. She rolled to the side of the bed and tried to hide under and shouting “you b*tch!” the whole time LOL too bad she didn’t fit so she had to settle for the corner with the duvet covering her naked self.
John tried to sweet-talk me and give some lame excuse of what I just saw. I wasn’t having any of it. I stood from the chair, snapped a quick photo of them in the room, found the spare key I gave him, took my groceries and calmly went out of there. Both of them were working at an airbase in Japan. Brittany was married. I asked some of my friends who know Brittany and her husband and I managed to get her and her husband’s email. I emailed him of what happened, attached the photo I took and Cc’d both John and Brittany.
We moved into a small, quiet neighborhood very close to my widowed mother and the area I grew up in. At the time I was working for a custom home builder and I was the superintendent / lead carpenter on almost all our projects. Sometimes, I would have to fabricate things at home for a job as the projects were wrapping up and there was no place to work on-site. One Sunday afternoon I was planing down some material (approximately 2pm) to fabricate new cabinet doors (the painters had stained them the wrong color and these needed to be in place by Monday morning).
It took about an hour to finish the planing and clean up and now I was getting ready to start cutting the pieces to length and gluing up the panels when she came back over and said “I thought you were done!” I told I was not but that this tool was much quieter than the other one and that it will not take to long to complete. She stewed in her juices for a minute and stomped her way back home. For the next 6 years, while they were living there, she would call the HOA every other day for anything she thought violated the HOA rules (bikes out, garden hose not wrapped up – those types of things.
Our grandmother swore at our uncle quietly in Chinese for letting go of my brother’s hand. He did it so my brother could grab the toy being held out to him by our mother. Instead of taking the Lego Set my brother had reached out and implored our mother to recognize him. He was just about to turn 4 years old when he last saw her and within the last month had celebrated his 9th birthday. The psychologist said he was better off with our grandmother and extended family because he had been in the country for so long and was well cared for, but nobody could make him not love his Mammy.