"Sex... sex...," said the guard at the airport entrance as I was rolling my trolley in.
My blood ran cold. I could scarcely believe that I was being solicited by a security personnel and that too with so many travellers and airport officials milling around. He had an almost bored expression on his face, and didn't flinch when I looked him straight in the eye. Was this what our much touted 'new' airports were all about, I thought indignantly.
I drew myself to my full height, almost standing on tiptoe, preparing to deliver a scathing rebuke on his unseemly behaviour.
He looked uneasy at my steady gaze and said, almost in a puzzled tone, "Sex 751?"
Was this some code, I wondered? Worse, was he bargaining? My mind ran amok with possibilities. The lascivious brute then started pointing to my hand, and I involuntarily looked down, and spotted my ticket and passport. A familiar number on the ticket caught my eye, and I stared at it for another second before the fog lifted.
I was on Flight CX 751.
P.S. Blame the incessant sniffling for affecting my hearing.
P.P.S. Absolute Lee is now FOUR 'EARS OLD. Thanks all of you for being around.