London, UK.

The canned "bye bye".

It comes in different forms, always moderately sincere and always right on time.

As you exit onto the jetway, they stand at the front of the plane....

"Bye bye" "Good bye" "Byeeee" "Thank YOU" "Bye bye"

I usually just stare blindly. Occasionally I'll engage in some mindless banter.

It's strange though... it actually makes my day better.

The clouds part and the sun comes out.

I can feel them staring at me... trying to usurp my happiness.

Or perhaps it is because I am standing in the middle of the interfaith chapel at Heathrow, praying aloud to Zool.

This is neither here nor there.