On that fatefulday, I was standing infront of the check in counter just behind a crazyman. He was making odd movement with his hands. It appeared that he was trying to open something. He had yanked the zip of his bag open. It spilled ejecting all the important contents. The funny thing was, the funny man was running behind a tin of tobacco which had already disgorged its content. Then he suddenly cried, “My finger”. May be he had hurt his finger. The funniest side of the whole episode was that he ignored passport, currency, coins and other fluttering travel documents. I had my sincere sympathy with the man but I couldn’t help laughing noiselessly because the fellow was really eccentric.
He did not have a sense of proportion. He gave importance to trifles and ignored the major things lying down fluttering in the corridor of the airport. During his flight he disgorged/spilled the contents of his drink and profusely tendered his apology to the lady next to him. He appeared as real as a buffoon when he appeared sheepish with navy blue ink smeared on his gum, teeth, chin and tongue. It reminded me of a lion faced monkey.
‘‘I have always had a reputation as a Bufoon.”
