My 5 days working stint at the airport has finally ended so I fall into the ranks of the unemployed once again.
My bio clock is screwed up cos of the night shift I work in but its worth it!
People I met from the airport; passengers, the staff and my colleagues comprised of different personalities from everywhere and they made my work at airport very enjoyable.

I was spared unpleasant scenes of asking passengers to throw their liquid items away, thank goodness, so the worse passengers were those who snubbed me.
But whatever I don't care about them if they think they know everything.
When they go into the transit area and they're forced to throw their items I hope they remember I specifically asked them if they had those things inside their hand carry.
Damn.. If they've got perfume they need to throw they won't be giving it to me too.

Let me count my loot:
3 Evelyn & Crabtree traveling size shampoo and conditioner,
3 Packets of chrsanthymum tea,
1 Colgate toothpaste.

Thats all.

See we meet people from all over the world in the airport and there are literally all sorts of people you never thought you'd meet.
Those who made me most uncomfortable were the ladies with beard no, men with breasts ladies with beard/men with breasts, oh gosh I can't decide which is it.
The problem arises once I start to greet them.

"Good evening Sir/Mdm"
When they don't speak to reveal whether their voices are deep or squeaky I just leave the Sir/Mdm out.
Speaking of squeaky voices, remember Pirates 3? The Indian Sikh pirate?
So Gay.

When I start giving examples of liquid aerosol items I'm kind of hesitant too.
Should I state the example of lipsticks and perfumes.?
Real men don't use those, what if they got so mad their muscles suddenly bulges and it rips their clothes and he starts to bludgeon me because my eyes can't help darting back and forth their breasts and beards.
I'm just glad its over.

My duty is to approach passengers in the queue to advise them.
Sometimes I can't recognize the passengers faces so I approach them more than once.
Its better when the passengers can speak English to tell me that I'm annoying them, rather than I keep talking to them in Alien language while I try my hand at miming.

I think the hardest faces to recognize will be Indian faces.
I keep going back to approach the same people because I can't remember if I talked to them already.
It happened so much that I got the feeling that whenever I turned my back they'd reshuffle their positions in the queue, snuffling their giggles at my unknowing back and pretend that they were in that place all along just to confuse me.

Alright enough about passengers.
Most of them were co-operative enough, especially locals, who wanted many extra Free bags for their next trip, the trip after next and their own personal use at home.

Don't you love Singaporeans.?

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