Because the trip was so quick I packed everything in a tote bag so I didn't have to check baggage. As I was going through the (very long) security line in the wee hours of the morning, the security agent running the bags through x-ray stopped and said those four dreaded words..."Is this your bag?"
Immediately my mind started mulling over what I had in there that was going to be an issue, thinking that because of my obsession with a clean mouth I may have accidentally left a miniscule amount of mouthwash in my purse that was not in a ziploc bag, wondering if I was going to have to totally unpack my tote over some unintentional mistake. Wondering if I had once again been selected for a random bag search. You know, typical airport stress.
"Yes, it is," I answered politely, waiting for the reprimand or orders to move aside to be searched, and determining to do so with a good attitude. At six a.m. Which was when the agent remarked,
"You've got some sassy heels in there, girl."
Which was not what I was expecting him to say.
Which was not what I was expecting him to say.
Sassy heels.
Who knew?
When Nancy would play the piano in church! She was amazing on the piano. She sure did have a wonderful first teacher. I was so shock to walk in- Sunday and hear you playing the piano and singing. What a joy!
ReplyDeleteI love the shoe- story!
LOL I just love Orlando :o)
ReplyDeleteBeth Ann told us you were coming to town for Nancy's recital. We wanted to be there but unfortuntely had other plans for that day. Sorry we missed seeing you. I just can't believe how fast Nancy grew up! :)
ReplyDeleteLOL that was a hoot to read considering I am sitting at the airport and had an exciting time passing thru security.
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