:: They searched my bag. I ::

Saturday, November 16, 2002

They searched my bag. I had three mobile phones and an ipod in my jacket, and they searched my bag because I was carying promotional postcards. I actually had to justify carrying them. God forbid I give someone a paper cut.

Posted by morland @ 01:45 PM

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At least you didn't have to justify the large bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care you packed. Take it from me - not a cool situation. Is it so farfetched that a 15 year old boy is visiting his grandparents in Florida could have really, really dry skin? I ask you, IS IT?

Posted by: Alexis on November 17, 2002 08:02 PM

At least you didn't have to justify the large bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care you packed. Take it from me - not a cool situation. Is it so farfetched that a 15 year old boy is visiting his grandparents in Florida could have really, really dry skin? I ask you, IS IT?

Posted by: Alexis on November 17, 2002 08:02 PM

Listen, stop your bitching and whining. We don't give a shit about your stupid airplane troubles. At least you didn't have to watch Indian softcore porn with your parents as I did this past weekend. I tell you, you have not experienced pain and torture until you've laid in bed with your parents with the lights off watching porn. I will speak no further on the subject.

Posted by: Karen on November 18, 2002 09:29 PM

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