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Whose punchline is it anyway?

By Tanya T. Lara | August 18, 2002 - 12:00am

You had to be there. It was just that kind of a scene. Me, waiting alone in an airport at 12 midnight, laughing my ass off, surrounded by strangers who were casting me suspicious glances.

Sunday Lifestyle