The flight to Johannesburg was not as bad as I thought it would be. It helps that Delta doesn’t stop in Dakar when flying out of Atlanta anymore AND that I didn’t have to sit in the middle seat because the people in the window and aisle seat were traveling together so they gave me the window seat.
So I get off the plane and walk straight through to Passport Control. Being the nice person that I am I greet the man working at the desk, “Hi, how are you?” I say.
“Not so good” he replies.
“Oh,” I respond, “is it because you’re working?”
“No, it’s because there’s somebody like you here who I want to be my wife.”
GREAT. I haven’t been here for all of 10 minutes and I’m already getting proposals. TIA.
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haha. i love your story already. keep them coming
i shall put your blog onto my RSS feed!!! love ya 
Please, please, please, please, PLEASE make this an ongoing series in your blog!!! PLEASE!
I love TIA!
I agree with Al!!! I love it. Cody was giving you a hard time about bringing home an African husband.
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