This past week when I got to the airport, I laughed myself silly with the "it rubs the lotion on its skin" thing. I don't know why.
The thread continued in my head as I went through the rest of the routine things I do when I go out of town.
I intended to continue tweeting but kept getting server connection errors on my Blackberry, so I gave up.
Well, on the electronic note-taking anyway. I always have a pen and paper backup.
So here is the full list, as I wrote it by hand.
It rubs the lotion in its skin.
It puts Eternity on the cloth, and the cloth in the bag.
It straps the bag to the other bag, locks Jalepeno, and goes into airport.
It checks the board and says hi to all Delta agents.
It goes to prettiest airport bathroom ever.
It goes through security.
It gets a compliment on forearm tattoo.
It puts on shoes, straps bags together, and goes up escalator.
It gets a SW veggie wrap and chips. And a filled H20 bottle.
It goes to the gate. It asks gate agent if we have a plane. He says yes.
It sits and eats.
It chats to TSA agent who is "making a presence" [in the terminal.]
It throws out its chat. [Don't ask.]
It gets comment from gate agent that I have a very FAST looking bag.
It fesses up that it owns not a Ducati.
It still gets smiles from agent who then puts valet bag tag on fast bag.
It boards the plane.
It gets another baggage compliment from flight attendant.
It gets no seatmate.
It gets out its book.
It notices how text size has gotten bigger as I get near bottom of page.
It reads.
