Are you good or evil Quiz?
I rarely take the quizzes in Facebook, why? Probably because I don't want to see what I already know. One of these thousand odd quizzes is the 'Are you good or evil quiz'. It is our choices that make us what we are and every now and then we come across choices which will reflect back upon over time. In October 2009, I had to make one such choice.
I was at the airport waiting in a long queue to check in. I had already checked in through the web, but since we still need to get a stamp on the so called "e-boarding pass", we still need to stand in line just like everybody else. While I waited in the line, sleep deprived at 4am, I saw an old couple (Will now be referred to as the OC for the rest of the note). Mr OC was fidgeting around asking people all sorts of questions all over the place. He came up to me and asked "Where do they X-Ray the luggage?". I promptly replied that they don't do that at this airport anymore. He gave me that "This kid doesn't know shit" look and walked away like any other self respecting old guy would. I saw him talk to a few other people regarding the same thing. The queue seemed to take an eternity, finally it was my turn. As I checked in, I saw the old couple check in simultaneously in the adjacent counter. I was aware that they were over the baggage limit and were being charged for it in front of me and that I had no luggage what so ever. What do I do?
I could see Mr OC's expression when the airport official told him that it was 340 bucks per kilo. As I walked away from the counter all I could think about were my grand parents, what I had done and how badly I would have fared in the 'Are you good or evil Quiz'. This is the point where you start judging me. As I raced past security and was awaiting boarding, it really sunk in, but by then I was pretty sure that the quiz would have splashed 'The Devil himself' all over my facebook profile. I started sinking into my seat as I saw the OC standing near by. I went to the bathroom, splashed some water on my face and stared at the mirror. I came out, obviously without the courage to look at the OC again and went to grab a seat near the boarding gate. They say that time is the greatest healer, it took me all of 15 minutes to clear my conscious (The quiz would have given me a level higher that the Devil, if there was one). How do I manage to clear my conscious so quickly? Well... simply because I realized that they were on a flight to some other destination...
I was at the airport waiting in a long queue to check in. I had already checked in through the web, but since we still need to get a stamp on the so called "e-boarding pass", we still need to stand in line just like everybody else. While I waited in the line, sleep deprived at 4am, I saw an old couple (Will now be referred to as the OC for the rest of the note). Mr OC was fidgeting around asking people all sorts of questions all over the place. He came up to me and asked "Where do they X-Ray the luggage?". I promptly replied that they don't do that at this airport anymore. He gave me that "This kid doesn't know shit" look and walked away like any other self respecting old guy would. I saw him talk to a few other people regarding the same thing. The queue seemed to take an eternity, finally it was my turn. As I checked in, I saw the old couple check in simultaneously in the adjacent counter. I was aware that they were over the baggage limit and were being charged for it in front of me and that I had no luggage what so ever. What do I do?
I could see Mr OC's expression when the airport official told him that it was 340 bucks per kilo. As I walked away from the counter all I could think about were my grand parents, what I had done and how badly I would have fared in the 'Are you good or evil Quiz'. This is the point where you start judging me. As I raced past security and was awaiting boarding, it really sunk in, but by then I was pretty sure that the quiz would have splashed 'The Devil himself' all over my facebook profile. I started sinking into my seat as I saw the OC standing near by. I went to the bathroom, splashed some water on my face and stared at the mirror. I came out, obviously without the courage to look at the OC again and went to grab a seat near the boarding gate. They say that time is the greatest healer, it took me all of 15 minutes to clear my conscious (The quiz would have given me a level higher that the Devil, if there was one). How do I manage to clear my conscious so quickly? Well... simply because I realized that they were on a flight to some other destination...
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