Thursday, August 24, 2006

The more I think about it, the funnier it gets.

Picture this in your mind's eye. My sista's biker husband, Harley, most likely wearing black leather, enters the airport the very first day of the "liquid scare" holding my bouncing baby niece dressed head to toe in pink. Noone knows why, but suddenly all liquids are banned from carry on bags. Harley immediately becomes uncomfortable realizing he's carrying a very important yet odd liquid which must pass through security. He asks a security guard who assures him the liquid may NOT board the plane, but Harley knows hell will pay if this particular substance is left behind. Harley is directed to a posted listing of possible exceptions. He wipes his brow in relief, kisses baby Kelby on her tiny dainty nose, and proceeds to the security checkpoint when he finds his cargo listed as not banned. He reaches the security persons busily checking bags, takes in a deep breath, and opens his carry on.

Security Person: "Sir, all liquids are banned. You may not take these items on the plane as they contain liquid."
Harley: "I checked the list, and this is an exception."
Security Person: "What exactly is this?"
Harley coughs and mutters into his leather jacket's arm: "Brmlk."
Security Person: "Please, speak up sir."
Harley looking around and sighing: "It's my wife's breastmilk."

In England, he would have had to take a sip to prove it harmless. So, did Harley raise his fist in the air and proclaim, "God bless America?"

1 comment:

unquenchableworshipper said...

That woulda been a great pic for those "Got Milk" ads..