Bloodless Coup

In line

Waiting to get a boarding pass at the airport, chatting with the person next to me in line about weather, road conditions, where we drove in from, where we are heading to, the usual. He's checking in for an international flight, I'm heading home to Florida to visit family. We debate the merits of West Virgina as a place to live, and I offer that I love its empty spaces and that going home to Florida is a drag because there are just too many damn people and they are all driving at once. "And," he says, "who knows what language they are speaking!" Ah yes, nothing like a little casual racism in the morning. Just then I got called for my turn, but I left him with a big smile and "Well that's no problem for me since I grew up speaking Spanish." Oh the look on his face. I wonder if he will enjoy his international trip.