Line-Maro airports

- So a girl at this Lucknow counter tells me, ‘I like your lips’.

I didn't know where to go.

- Next time, same airport, another girl, ‘I like your teeth’.

That’s still ok! 

- A sardar at the Delhi airport, “Are you a frequent flier?”.

Me: “Umm, I don’t have any card.”

He: “No, no. Just that I’ve seen your name a lot of times.”

  

 - An immigration officer was going through my passport, “Punjabi, hmm?”. 

Me, smiling, “Yes”.

He, singing like a song, “ Kahan jaa rahi hainnnn,”.

Me, “Bahrain.”

He tries to find my visa but can't.

Me, “Visa is on page 26.”

He, singing, “Aapko to sabbbb pata hai.”

Uh!!!!

  

- The first time I came to Bahrain, the Boy told me to buy liquor from the arrival Duty Free shop. I was standing at the counter when an Arab smiled at me and said, "Do you have the money?" 

I gave him a nod and smiled back. I was later told that he would have easily given me all I needed. This country is notorious on Thursdays!

  

I have rude (don't-touch-anything-till-I-tell-you-to) , sweet (you-don't-look-married) and irritating (are-you-pregnant) immigration stories as well. But lets keep them for another day. I just wish that someday a cute guy would be at the counter or at immigration and would repeat the above lines. Now THAT would make for the best story ever.

P.S. I am happily married. A little flirting works wonders for the heart :)