Zurg
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- Joined
- Jul 30, 2002
Let's recap:
We are at the Airport.
I have 4 kids a wife and 9 tons of bags.
I have no ID.
I spoofed a Christmas Carol.
So we stepped up to the ticket counter with the twelve days a playing no picture for personal ID.
I said, "Houston we have a problem."
She looked at me.
ZW handed her a drivers license and said. "He left his wallet at home and doesn't have ant ID." I might ad with no trace of malice or panic in her voice.
The ticket Lady was cool. "Hmmm," she said, Dont worry we will get you on the plane. And left un-said We dont want you and these kid disappointed and making noise in our ticket checking area all day.
Zurgswife found a health insurance card with my name on it.
The ticket lady looked at me, the kids trying to look like my genes, Kimballs id, the insurance card and wrote big Ss all over a boarding pass and gave it to me saying, They will have to search you more carefully but if the Feds give you a hard time, call me, my manager can help out.
Great!
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year
Love Ya Mean It
(copyright Delswife all rights reserved used here by permission.)
We head to the screeners. Not wondering what all the S on by boarding pass are.
Now one of the planned events is a beer exchange with Buz one of our online friends. (Buz was in Tokyo when we had five people calling for the Illuminations Cruise or we would have had six people calling.) I was bringing Pennsylvania beers, Bus was bringing Texas beers.
I am playing down the Evil Emperor title.
Zurgswife & the little Evil Emperors and Empresses walk through the screening station.
Ss mean search, fine search me just let me fly.
ZW and the kids go through the normal non-criminal line and sit down to wait.
I get wanded with a want that seems to pick up the iron content of my blood. Shoes off shocks get wanded, (I think it is a good sign that nobody passes out from the smell.)
I say, Yes sir, no sir as required and, Oh and that back pack is all beer.
They start pulling out the beers one by one.
Zurgswife can see them looking very carefully at the beers.
Hop Devil? They ask skeptically.
Yes Sir. I say.
Zurgswife is thinking maybe I can spend a few days with the family on the one way to camp X Ray.
We are at the Airport.
I have 4 kids a wife and 9 tons of bags.
I have no ID.
I spoofed a Christmas Carol.
So we stepped up to the ticket counter with the twelve days a playing no picture for personal ID.
I said, "Houston we have a problem."
She looked at me.
ZW handed her a drivers license and said. "He left his wallet at home and doesn't have ant ID." I might ad with no trace of malice or panic in her voice.
The ticket Lady was cool. "Hmmm," she said, Dont worry we will get you on the plane. And left un-said We dont want you and these kid disappointed and making noise in our ticket checking area all day.
Zurgswife found a health insurance card with my name on it.
The ticket lady looked at me, the kids trying to look like my genes, Kimballs id, the insurance card and wrote big Ss all over a boarding pass and gave it to me saying, They will have to search you more carefully but if the Feds give you a hard time, call me, my manager can help out.
Great!
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year
Love Ya Mean It
(copyright Delswife all rights reserved used here by permission.)
We head to the screeners. Not wondering what all the S on by boarding pass are.
Now one of the planned events is a beer exchange with Buz one of our online friends. (Buz was in Tokyo when we had five people calling for the Illuminations Cruise or we would have had six people calling.) I was bringing Pennsylvania beers, Bus was bringing Texas beers.
I am playing down the Evil Emperor title.
Zurgswife & the little Evil Emperors and Empresses walk through the screening station.
Ss mean search, fine search me just let me fly.
ZW and the kids go through the normal non-criminal line and sit down to wait.
I get wanded with a want that seems to pick up the iron content of my blood. Shoes off shocks get wanded, (I think it is a good sign that nobody passes out from the smell.)
I say, Yes sir, no sir as required and, Oh and that back pack is all beer.
They start pulling out the beers one by one.
Zurgswife can see them looking very carefully at the beers.
Hop Devil? They ask skeptically.
Yes Sir. I say.
Zurgswife is thinking maybe I can spend a few days with the family on the one way to camp X Ray.
