Whether it’s at immigration, airport security or – just to round out the airport theme – when the plane is boarding, I’m often the one who stands right behind those with double basses, gratingly overweight backpacks or Nordic dreadlocks. But put yourself in their shoes for a moment:
OK, so walking in Yangon, Burma (Myanmar) isn’t quite the same as being restricted to standing on a line, then again, I’d watch this guy go through Heathrow or JFK security on pay-per-view. Is he going to a construction site? Maybe it’s for the world’s largest bowl of ramen? Should I have asked him? How would the scenario have played out? “Hundreds injured in downtown Yangon as moron from the US stops to ask pointless question.”
Would you rather be him or everyone else?