Thank you for flying Royal Jordanian

A million years ago, on Wednesday…

Ana and I got some takeout Thai food and my mother came over.  We ate a bit and left in a taxi at about 7:20.  I was worried about being late, but there was, surprisingly, almost no traffic on the way to Kennedy.

Standing in the line to check my bags at Terminal 4, my mother said to me: “Don’t you feel like you’re in a different world already?”  An employee asked us if we thought were in the line for KLM.  ”No,” I said, “Royal Jordanian.”  He looked surprised; we were, after all, perhaps the only non-Arabs standing in that line, so you might say we stood out a bit.  Still, you’d think I would have noticed if I were standing in line to check in for a flight to Amsterdam with so many people who do not look very much Dutch.  I turned to Ana and my mother and said, “Hey, I just got profiled.”  I was amused.