I am walking up and I have briefcase with me. Nothing else (this is certainly carry-on). I have no liquids, no make-up, my only electronic devices are my solar powered calaculator and my cell phone.
"M'amme - we have to inspect your bag." OK. I let them inspect my briefcase (which is festooned with doggies stickers) - they note the lovely doggy stickers.
I am now allowed to proceed.
What am I doing? I am a merchandising rep. and today I've been assigned to check out a certain bra line in a department store. The store name ryhmes with some one who might keep wine in cellars.Yeah never know where terror might strike - I guess it's best to be careful.
About life on the windswept prairies with multiple Bernese Mountain Dogs and cynical cats
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