Seduction, Airport Style

Royal Air Maroc Agent: You have any bags to check in?

Me: Yes, two.

Royal Air Maroc Agent: Lovely, lovely! Do you have anything like bottle of water in your hand luggage?

Me: No, no fluids.

Royal Air Maroc Agent: A knife? bomb? Ha ha, I joke!

Me: ...No, I don't have any bombs.

Royal Air Maroc Agent: You come back to Morocco next year... just so I can see you!

This sort of encounter seems much funnier (and less threatening) in the highly polished temple of an airport. I will miss this place, I think, much more than I expected. But there is no need to get sentimental just yet. As I climb the stairs towards the plane, drinking in that maddening breathless heat one last time, the ticket taker bows his head slightly and whispers "You are very beautiful!"

Yes, I think, I am still in Morocco!

N.