I can only barely imagine the scene at the airport on my way to Utah, when the Transportation Security Agency folks inspected my bag for dangerous items. Did the baby pop her binky out at them? Did Belle the dragon bat her eyelashes at them? Did Kiddy Goat and Felice Sheep, nibble their clothes? Did they complain about how cramped it was in the bag and how Mavis made it smell like a monkey pit? Or did the puppets all take on that strange submissive attitude many of us get as we're trying to go quickly through security? We'll never know.
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well said!!
With our nations security in the hands of those who search luggage isnt it nice to know that on the day a collection of puppets traveleed to Utah a laugh resounded in the unzippping of your bags! Always thankful for those who make it safe for us to travel!
When I went through security the other morning, the guy who checked to make sure I wasn't transporting dangerous metal objects or barbecue grills or chainsaws concealed in my clothes said there was a problem - my socks were on the wrong feet. (They were my random striped socks that I wore for entertainment value at the airport - I just never expected them to notice.)
A friend gave me a bobble-head Star Trek Scotty doll on a trip east. Scotty will say things like "The dilithium crystals can't take it any more, Cap'n!" when he moves. He was in my bag when the TSA x-rayed it and the bag was flagged. I was pulled out of line into an adjoining booth for the inspection. I was standing next to a turban-headed guy as the TSA lady pulled Scotty from the bag and he proclaimed, "My name is Montgomery Scott. You can call me Scotty!" The lady didn't blink and proceeded to use a special wand to scan it for chemical weapons or explosives. The turbaned guy and I glanced at each other and we both smiled and tried really hard not to burst out laughing. Scotty was cleared for take-off, but I'm not sure what they found in the other guy's turban...
Live Long and Prosper.
Ha! Great stories!
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