Houston, Touchdown

I took a Continental Airlines 757 from LAX to Houston's George Bush. Everywhere in the brochure, the in-flight magazine, the safety instruction etc. never fail to mention about their 45,000 Continental co-workers. I think next time, I'll use that word, 'co-worker'. It sounds great.

Anyway, there's a black American sitting beside me in the jet plane. Being true to my ownself (naturally unfriendly), I really don't give a damn on who's next to me. To my surprise, he said, "You from Malaysia?"

"Yes, I am." How the heck did he knew. I tried to look like locals, i.e. the Latino or Hispanic (did someone said 'Pablo'?).

"Actually I saw you talking that Malaysian accent with the guy with the skull cap (he meant the Haji who I'm with). I just came from KB."

What Al (Alfred? Albert? Alf the Alien?) meant was Kota Baru, where he was going on and off to Cakerawala offshore platform doing some work. From Houston he's going to Lafayette in Louisiana.