england 2007, part 1 of 5: i'm leaving on a jet plane

i'm HOME! with stories :) no pictures yet.. but i do have stories.

it's august 24th at 10:27am and i'm standing in the customs line at gatwick.. a HUGE line, doing my puzzles, random chit chats in the background.. all of a sudden there's banging on the wall and a woman shouting profanities from behind the secluded area:

"get me the fuck out of here!! i want the fucking american embassy!! i want to go home!!"

holy batman.. i've never heard anything like that before. went on for a good 10 minutes. and now silence.. wonder what happened.

UPDATE: random guy in front of me and i have determined, from the screaming, she has a son who she wanted to see (i guess she was separated from) and there was something about her smoking and being in there for more than 24 hours.. *dun* *dun* *DUN!!* it's like something you expect on tv..

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it's now 11:27am and i'm waiting at gatwick for my cousin to pick us up. i just realised that i never turned off facebook mobile.. let's hope no one posts on my wall, messages me, or adds me as a friend :S oopsies!

UPDATE: my brother reminded me that i wouldn't get charged for receiving texts despite being out of the country.. *slaps forehead*