Wednesday, December 5, 2007

It's official, I'm sick, call the bomb dogs


Cue the violins for me... I've eaten breakfast and want to go take a nap. Trying to keep putting liquids down.

Oh, forgot a funny story from yesterday. We had grab and go lunches for people to take with them to the airport at the end of the meeting. I brought mine. Got to the airport though and the flight was delayed 1.5 hours, so I had time to send my mom a postcard (she loves getting postcards). Had to walk to the exact opposite end of the building, but that was fine since I had so much time. Put my stuff down, wrote the card, and mailed it. Went through security (a pain since I was carrying a computer AND a projector), went to the bathroom, and realized I was missing my lunch, dammit, which was going to be my dinner too. And I knew knew I left it at the mailbox. So, I exit past security and walk down to the other end of the building. As I approach the mailing area I see a policeman, and think, oh crap, but walk up, smile a big smile at him, and pick up the lunch box. "That yours ma'am?" Yes, so sorry! He was just about to call in the bomb sniffing dogs. Ooops... I offered him some to try and make it better. At first he just said no, and then he asked what it was. :-) guess it wasn't what he liked as I got to keep it. Thank goodness people are more friendly in St. Louis.

4 comments:

fringes said...

Glad you got to keep your lunch. And that's awesome about sending your mom a postcard. I haven't done that in two decades. I'm a bad daughter.

Susan said...

I wonder if my mom would appreciate post cards..hrmmm.

NoRegrets said...

Real mail is a wondrous thing sometimes. Never too late to do!

Churlita said...

Glad to hear about your lunch. It would have sucked if they had tried to diffuse it before you got there.