Los Angeles Vagabonding
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LAX Airport
I sat in seat 18F, watching in awe as she made her way down the aisle.
Black leather boots with 6 inch soles, full length tailored black trench coat, short black hair, and reflective sunglasses - on a plane?
Down to the facial expression, it was Trinity from the Matrix movie. She looked about as friendly as a rattlesnake so I didn’t dare say anything, for fear of getting a spiked boot across my face at 07:00 in the morning. Moments later, an aging black man, shaved head, wearing black and stylish, round sunglasses got on behind her. Morpheus?
You’ve got to be kidding!
The two acted like they weren’t together, but no doubt they were. And somewhere an operator was watching the entire scene unfold. I decided to behave and stuck my nose in my National Geographic for the duration of the flight.
Kentucky, USA
