When I was waiting on line in the immigration area here at Kennedy Airport, a young girl behind me gave me a smile and started talking to me. She said, “Do you mind? I am behind you but I am very tired, very exhausted. Can I go before you?”
She was a young girl of 23 or 24 years, and I am an old man. She was not an American, because we were both in the alien area, but I thought perhaps she was a French girl. There were many people on line, but she asked only to go ahead of me. After me, she couldn’t go forward anymore because I was at the front of the line. I didn’t see if she was actually behind me on line to start with. Perhaps this is how she got to the front of the line from somewhere near the back.
WE 32. 20 May 1982↩