In the SkyLine airport train, on the way from Terminal 1 to Terminal 2. A guy was sitting a few steps away from me. As the train moved...
“Excuse me. Excuse me.”
A male voice with American accent. I glanced up. Was he talking to me?
“I know this gonna sound weird…”
Weird? Oh no, something’s wrong. Where? On my head? On my face? Stuck between my teeth?
“But I’ve taken two escalators with you…”
Was my zip fly open? Omigod *glanced down* nope, safely up. Phew.
“So I am comfortable to tell you this…”
Oh gosh, what could be wrong?
“You smell… Really… Nice!”
“I’ve been living with this guy (pointing a messy looking dude sitting across him) for two weeks now. So yeah, I can tell that you smell really nice.”
Chuckles and smiles everywhere in the train.
Arrived at Terminal 2.
Took one last glance at him.
Headed to Malaysia Airlines counter to check-in for my flight home.
Mr. American guy, you made the last day of my trip really nice!