| Wednesday, February 15, 2006 |
| Thank God I'm an American |
...And living in a Red State; but that's another post.
Being an American has its privileges as many of you know. I visited Veracruz, Mexico, earlier this week and re-discovered it's still great to be an American. I was gone for just a few days but wanted to kiss the ground in Houston when I returned. Clean water, paved roads, and wide open spaces.
In all honesty, I felt like a good-looking blonde for a couple of days. People gawked at me, but kept their distance. When I bought Cuban cigars for the guys (they gave me $20 each for a total of $80), the guy behind the counter was blushing with excitement as he rang up 840 pesos. $80 -- not much for four of us, right? But I swear the guy behind the counter broke into a sweat. He murmured something to another clerk as I walked away. And, yes, they were Cubans; and, no, my fly was zipped.
But the most hilarious thing that happened was when my traveling partners and I were passing through the metal detectors in Houston. As we were getting dressed after passing what seemed like all of our clothes through the detectors, a gentleman behind us was asked to stop. We turned around because the security guard started laughing hysterically. He tugged a bag out of the x-ray machine, opened it and pulled out a tomahawk adorned with colorful flowers. He then held it up and asked the owner through a huge smile, "What were you thinking, sir?" Still shaking his head in disbelief, the guard then turned to his partner and said, "Omar, do you think it would be OK if this gentleman carried an ax on the plane with him?" Omar hiked up his belt and escorted the guy off into a room with one-way glass -- all of this while people are giggling and pointing. A tomahawk?! What was he thinking? |
posted by Joe Napalm @ 4:00 PM   |
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