star alliance lounge in LAX, maggie noodle, chips, fried noodles, cheese, wine and drinks.... and the invitees typing away on their la-tops. in front of him, one seat to his left. a lady got hooked on hers.
then she raised her head and moved her gaze to him. their eyes met. they both retreated with a smile. then went to hitting their keys again.
the second time their eyes crossing sight, she said, "helloo..." a smile flashed up.
"hi..."
"you going to singapore?"
"yes."
"i'm heading there also. and 1st time."
"anything you want to know about singapore?"
"hmmm... i see in the net that singapore is very strict in drug smuggling. that means i cannot get grass in sinagpore?"
"oh... i'm afraid so."
"i got some in my bag. what do i do to get it thru customs?"
"well. you better chuck it away.... that stuff gives you trouble if you try anything funny in singapore."
"but i'm a habitual grass smoker.... i can't do without."
"grass, we have a lot, not for smoking but for eating."
"what? you eat grass? alfafa?"
"no. in singapore, unless you are somebody, else, you eat grass."
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