We made it back from our trip up the entire west coast, only to find this sign posted adjacent to the taxi stand at O'Hare Terminal 3 Arrivals. It seemed quite sinister at half-past-midnight.
What the hell could it possibly mean?
And then I realised that indeed, perhaps I am the Siamese connection.
Because look. New hat, purchased in California. Worn on the flight from Seattle to Chicago.
not politically correct, but hey, that's me. Always looking for new ways, both hi-tech and low-tech, to embarrass my children. Really, it's just soooo easy.
That's strange. Nothing's showing up.
Aha. If I turn off the flash.... now that makes the photo of my shadow much more effective.
And voilà, Bob's yer uncle.
There's your mysterious Siamese tourist. Now you see her, now you don't! Or the other way round. Or something. Ach, forget it.
The only question left: shall I wear the hat to the Henley Regatta next year?
Or to Ladies Day at Ascot?