speaking of burning trash...

Speaking of burning trash... I remeber a day at the airport, a reeeallly lonnng time ago.... i was behind a womyn, not tall, dark hair, light complexion, simple garb, light top, dark pants, sandals, small handbag. I was behind her at a ticket counter. She was being 'waited on' by an airline ticket agent. A paper fell, (flew?), (blew?) off the counter and landed on top of her left foot. She looked down at it, i watched it flutter down and fall onto her foot. She lifted her foot and shook her foot, and the paper fell off her foot onto the floor. The person behind the counter said something to her. Then she turned to her companion and said something, the companion bent over and picked up the piece of paper and gave it to the ticket agent. The image of the womin shaking her foot to remove a slip of paper to leave it on the floor is forever burned into my brain. Along with a great sense of awe and total confusion.... She is the quniticential (sp?) opposite of a tv-ad of a dark complected (sp?) man ornately dressed in medium tone animal hides, feathers and beads, long dark hair in braids, looking at and apparently being affected by the sight of litter along the roadside, with a drop of water leaking from one of his eyes, slipping down and glistening upon one cheek....