Could *not* resist buying a bottle of red based on its packaging, with designs on quaffing it during my next Sheena sojourn.
Alas, dumassedness intervened to thwart shared quaffage. Cannot explain how my brain went so slack as to deliberately put the bottle in my carry-on. TSA asked to inspect my bag at the Orlando security screening, and I didn't bat an eye based on the copious electronics traveled with. Dismay descended when they pulled out the bottle. No! Say it ain't so!
Reached for my camera to at least have a snap of it, but I was thwarted again. Ucking camera has a mind of its own about whether or not it will deign to take a snap in low light. Was not to be.
TSA way cool chick to my rescue! And cute to boot. She wips out her camera phone, takes a snap, and asks me for my e-mail address. I viewed the snap on my phone not 2 minutes later. So Sheena, here's the bottle meant for you:
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Too bad there were no friendly pilots nearby. We're exempt from the liquid rules.
aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhh................ ..................
t.s.a. with heart....ain't that nice? then she probably grabbed the bottle for herself. ah well, a compromise?
Scout, no such luck for my TSA heroine. They have to toss scavenged liquids (or so they say). I did, however, find the vintage in question last night at the grocery store in the CheekHood. Haven't sampled it yet.
And then you phone Sheenster to gloat....
The two of you, drinking that? Shades of cannibalism.
Tsk, tsk. Pid, it's words like those that will get you disinvited to the next Sheena-Cheek fest!
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