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Good vs. Evil (parts 1-3)

So, you remember my microwave disaster on Monday right? Well Dad decides he is going to fix it. Brings the demon box back into the house and runs it 15 times with no ill effects. He leaves it on the counter. Mel comes home and the house again stinks. She takes it down to the basement, banishing the evil appliance to the never world. Makes you ask who's side Dad is on?

Travel tip: the TSA doesn't object to your gels or liquids as you've been lead to believe by the media. Nope. In a Melon exclusive, I learned yesterday, what they actually do not want traveling on a plane is large containers that once held gel or liquids.

The bastards took my hair gel.

Yes, yes, I converted from mousse back in the 90s. Yes, I hear you asking what about flaking? You have to find the right brand. Well, this TSA agent(?) decided my 2 oz of hair gel represented no threat, but the 5.7 plastic tube did. So it was confiscated, commandeered, snatched, pilfered, boosted, ripped from my hands. My blank "you've got to be frickin kidding me" stare obviously hit her in the heart as she said(I assume to console me), "well you don't have very much left anyway," as she threw it out but that was my fricking point. There wasn't much in there, so why a threat???

Is my extreme hold really the catalyst they hope to keep off the plane? What, am I going to give everyone faux-hawks on the flight? How did I become the enemy? Oddly, if you use the logic of the enemy of my enemy is my ally, that makes me tight with the t-error-ists (spelled so for the boys at Langley)...

And then a pet peave...this fireman (noted by his golf pullover) broke all the rules he could on the plane. Talked on the phone after the door was closed and announcements made. He listened to his walkman, both before and during take off and landing. Everyone else obeyed the rules but him. So I started thinking about what other rules must not apply to him? Speeding? Probably not. Theft? Fireman take stuff all the time on TV, maybe the cops look the other way. Cheats on his taxes? Hey, cut the firefighter a break... I just don't get it.

And finally, the Good vs. Evil Foosball table. Yes! Your eyes do not decieve you, that is Hitler matching up against good ol' Francis of Assisi. Santa is back in goal and God is center. Fighting for the evil side is Lucifer, Jack the ripper, Caliguila and others... So you up for a game...what side are you on?

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Anonymous said…
The TSA agent should be applauded for taking away your "product."

Noj nOj noJ
9:07 AM
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