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Thanks, Straighforward!
Glad ya liked it!
posted by
SpitFire70
on July 17, 2010 at 12:09 PM
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Rumor,
It's never a simple task, is it?
posted by
SpitFire70
on July 17, 2010 at 12:09 PM
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BC-A,
There's no such thing as the Average Joe anymore.
posted by
SpitFire70
on July 17, 2010 at 12:08 PM
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This post is action-packed.
posted by
Straightforward
on July 17, 2010 at 11:36 AM
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SpitFire...sounds like a "Chinese firedrill"..lol.. (its just an expression
so please, no one take offence)...
The times I've had to pick up my brother at Windsor's booming airport (security is an old guy with a nametag reading "Wyatt"), or my sister at Detroit's Metro Airport (my favorite place to get lost), have been quite the experiences!..
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posted by
Rumor
on July 17, 2010 at 9:06 AM
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 Unfortunately everything turned too complicated for the average Joe. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on July 17, 2010 at 5:21 AM
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Understood, Dear Taps!
posted by
SpitFire70
on July 16, 2010 at 9:33 PM
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I'm not too fond of airports myself. I feel that I have seen enough of them.
The more I see of them, the less I want to.
The only thing about that is that my dislike for that is keeping me from spending time with many of my grandchildren.
posted by
TAPS.
on July 16, 2010 at 8:06 PM
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Aww, Kabu. I'm sorry! No sobbing allowed here!
I can't take it. I must hug you.
posted by
SpitFire70
on July 16, 2010 at 7:49 PM
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LOL ...ACTUALLY SOBBING INTO MY TISSUE
I have to do the airport thing in September which is getting too close and I don't want to go. sniff.
posted by
Kabu
on July 16, 2010 at 7:33 PM
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YAY! I made BC-A laugh? My day is complete!
SUCCESS!!! Yippie! (Seriously!)
posted by
SpitFire70
on July 15, 2010 at 11:56 PM
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LadybugJ,
We all have those private dialogs inside our own minds, don't we?
posted by
SpitFire70
on July 15, 2010 at 11:55 PM
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Thanks for reading this, abanerjee. K, so...
I made that part up about the air breathing thing. But it's pretty close.
posted by
SpitFire70
on July 15, 2010 at 11:54 PM
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Thanks, PoetRaye. Glad you liked this!
Hope all is well with you!
posted by
SpitFire70
on July 15, 2010 at 11:52 PM
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K You’ve got laughter. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on July 15, 2010 at 11:01 PM
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AirPort
Oh, how I could relate to all the things you were privately in you head!! LOL/LB
posted by
MsJudy
on July 15, 2010 at 9:35 PM
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I'll be on the look out for these irritants the next time I fly. I liked how they even charge you for the air one breathes.
posted by
anib
on July 15, 2010 at 8:36 PM
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LOL, makes me glad I'm not a frequent flier..
Great read, Spitfire!
posted by
Katray2
on July 15, 2010 at 8:29 PM
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Ah, yes, Loveleylady. It's always a pleasure.
posted by
SpitFire70
on July 15, 2010 at 7:46 PM
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Holy shnikies, Guy!! That's one hell of a story!
Bet ya never tried that again, huh?
posted by
SpitFire70
on July 15, 2010 at 7:45 PM
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Haha spitfire...last time I flew, I got stuck sitting next to a yappy, nosy ten-year-old! Gotta love dem airports!
posted by
lovelyladymonk
on July 15, 2010 at 6:31 PM
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Ah, HA HA HA HA! Once when picking up someone from Detroit metro,......
Fireyone,
While trying to get to the right gate, we had to pass through one of those damned security check-points. The beeper went off, and the kid screening for terrorists, confided that even the foil on a cigarrete pack could set that stupid thing off. I pulled out my cigarrete pack, glanced at it, and must have reacted slightly at what I spotted between the celophane wrapper and the pack, (!!!!) and (I thought) unabtrusively and complacently placed it face-down, into his tray, to pass through. He picked it up, looked at the underside and called for a sheriff. I snatched back my property, from his hand and quickly returned the way we had entered the line. I had changed my mind about passing through that particular check-point.
Marilyn passed back through, to find out what my problem was. While chewing and attempting to swallow what was the whole cause of the problem, without the benefit of any liquid refreshment, I told her to get far, far, away from me, because I was just about to gather a large CROWD, around me. She grocked onto what the problem likely was, (My breath was a DEAD GIVEAWAY!) so she demanded "GIVE IT TO ME!" I exhaled in her face and she knew that this was not going to be a legal problem!
Just about then, I also realized that there was ALSO a plastic film container of contraband, in my pants pocket! She insisted again, that I divest myself of the problem, and unwilling to attract even more unwanted attention, I very reluctantly slipped it to her. She went outside, back to our car, and then returned to visit the lady's room, because several officials, uniform wearing large thugs had surrounded me and detained me, and they were going through all my pockets. A woman police officer, went into the toilet after she exited, to check for floating debris, but to her chagrine, there was none. Eventually, they had to let me go on my way, but they were certainly AWARE of my last snack, because I REEKED of ROACH based-REEFER!
Ahh, .........good memories!
Guy
posted by
northsage_45
on July 15, 2010 at 4:48 PM
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It never fails, Sam. That and Gate # 400 or more.
posted by
SpitFire70
on July 15, 2010 at 4:36 PM
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You summed it up perfectly! I aver my bag is always the last one to come down! sam
posted by
sam444
on July 15, 2010 at 4:34 PM
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