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Feb. 12th, 2012 05:01 pmVincent hates flying.
There is a logical part of his mind that tells him that he's being absurd, but it is easily overpowered by the part that worries about the weight of his suitcase, the cologne bottle in his carry-on, how many worried messages his phone will have on it from his mother when he arrives in Sydney.
He's going to be stopped by security. He just knows it. They're going to make him miss his flight. They're going to give him the pat down and then take him to a small bleak room somewhere in the bowels of the airport and question him for hours with no relief, no legal aid, nothing but angry security officers.
Dressed a bit nicer than many of his fellow passengers, except that his mother keeps telling him to get a haircut that he keeps forgetting about, there's nothing about him that suggests "terrorist" or "security risk" is there?
His cellphone beeps angrily at him and he pauses in the process of placing his jacket in the security bin to check it.
You forgot your toothbrush.
He is about to tap out a reply when the phone beeps again. Another message.
Call me when you land.
Vincent sighs.
I'll buy a new toothbrush in Sydney. I'm just about to go through security. You're in a meeting, aren't you?
He pauses and looks up to see a woman looking at him. It takes him a moment to realize he's in the way of the security bins and he stammers an apology as he gathers his things and moves out of the way.
He has just hit send when his phone beeps again.
I love you, Vincent.
Vincent shakes his head, chuckling quietly to himself.
I love you too, mother. I'll call you when I get to Sydney. :)
There is a logical part of his mind that tells him that he's being absurd, but it is easily overpowered by the part that worries about the weight of his suitcase, the cologne bottle in his carry-on, how many worried messages his phone will have on it from his mother when he arrives in Sydney.
He's going to be stopped by security. He just knows it. They're going to make him miss his flight. They're going to give him the pat down and then take him to a small bleak room somewhere in the bowels of the airport and question him for hours with no relief, no legal aid, nothing but angry security officers.
Dressed a bit nicer than many of his fellow passengers, except that his mother keeps telling him to get a haircut that he keeps forgetting about, there's nothing about him that suggests "terrorist" or "security risk" is there?
His cellphone beeps angrily at him and he pauses in the process of placing his jacket in the security bin to check it.
You forgot your toothbrush.
He is about to tap out a reply when the phone beeps again. Another message.
Call me when you land.
Vincent sighs.
I'll buy a new toothbrush in Sydney. I'm just about to go through security. You're in a meeting, aren't you?
He pauses and looks up to see a woman looking at him. It takes him a moment to realize he's in the way of the security bins and he stammers an apology as he gathers his things and moves out of the way.
He has just hit send when his phone beeps again.
I love you, Vincent.
Vincent shakes his head, chuckling quietly to himself.
I love you too, mother. I'll call you when I get to Sydney. :)