Ordinary Gweilo

So there I was in the usual throng of people waiting to get on the plane.  A middle-aged man was trying to get past me, and became upset when I didn’t immediately get out of his way.

He spoke.  “Typically, I like to be with my children”.  I looked around for a distraught seven year-old, but all I could see were two teenage girls who seemed fairly unperturbed to be momentarily separated from their father.

But of course I let him through.