By ROB40
KEWR airport: Newark, NJ., Feb 8th.
My judgement hat auto-assembles.
She appears short, perhaps fifty. Older? Her peppered hair is a warning system with minimal work, staying regulation and face-free. That’s her method. Force regulation and stay out of my face. Having the skills nobody notices; having importance superiors ignore; having self-worth ignored by family. Saving the world with only ticket counters and pejoratives is all she can look forward to. Nobody will diminish what’s hers. By dealing out skin-crawling escalation like crack, she reminds everyone she’s in control and they aren’t. Her reduced world saddens me.
My judgement hat disassembles.
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