POP SONG FOR US REJECTS


I had a sudden flashback.

This big, tall, heavily-tattoed Englishman sitting at the airport terminal the other day; wearing a dark cap, bermuda shorts, those tourist-looking (very) faded printed shirt and a pair of Crocs. If the other two fellas chatting away beside him were his buddies (I was assuming since they looked equally scary; size and fashion wise), they sure were oblivious of him.

And he just sat there, hard as a rock.

I wondered if this guy’s even breathing.

(Being the busybody I am) I bent over a little, trying to get a closer look (and maybe poke him a bit).

There in his hands:

-Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows-

:)

He smiled at me and I smiled back.

He's alive!

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