Sunday, September 30

Conversation at an airport, Sunday a.m.

She's sitting alone in the departure lounge, wearing a lime green 'welcome to Ireland' stetson over her frazzled white-blond hair. A man approaches, his clothes creased, his face red and crumpled.
'I like your hat.'
'I'm furious, don't come near me!'
Her words come out through clenched teeth at dangerously high pressure.