My Magic Ball

I truly believe people lose some neurons as they approach the Airport area. As I was walking to the terminal from my car I saw this lady getting out of her Uber, or maybe her ex's car. I could see her face when she saw me in Uniform crossing the street. I actually thought she liked my uniform or something because of her big smile on her face. Immediately she stoped me and asked me;

"Excuse me.. do you know where the flight to Newark is leaving from?"

I wish you could see my face. I stoped, put my middle fingers on the side of my head, closed my eyes and responded;

"mmmmmmm.... is not coming ....mmmm... my magic ball may be broken."

She didn't like that response.

I actually felt bad about I, apologized smiling and showed her the way to the ticket counter to get help.