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lost, even with a compass
Just had to pass this one on!...enjoy
It was the beginning of December. The trip had gone
reasonably well, and he was ready to go back. The airport
on the other hand had turned a tacky red and green, and
loudspeakers blared annoying elevator renditions of
cherished Christmas carols.
Being someone who took Christmas very seriously, and being
slightly tired, he was not in a particularly good mood.
Going to check in his luggage (which, for some reason, had
become one suitcase with entirely new clothes), he saw
hanging mistletoe. Not real mistletoe, but very cheap
plastic with red paint on some of the rounder parts and
green paint on some of the flatter and "pointier" parts,
that could be taken for mistletoe only in a very Picasso
sort of way.
With a considerable degree of irritation and nowhere else
to vent it, he said to the lady attendant, "Even if I were
not married, I would not want to kiss you under such a
ghastly mockery of mistletoe."
"Sir, look more closely at where the mistletoe is."
(pause)
"Ok, I see that it's above the luggage scale, which is the
place you'd have to step forward for a kiss."
"That's not why it's there."
(pause)
"Ok, I give up. Why is it there?"
"It's there so you can kiss your luggage goodbye."
It was the beginning of December. The trip had gone
reasonably well, and he was ready to go back. The airport
on the other hand had turned a tacky red and green, and
loudspeakers blared annoying elevator renditions of
cherished Christmas carols.
Being someone who took Christmas very seriously, and being
slightly tired, he was not in a particularly good mood.
Going to check in his luggage (which, for some reason, had
become one suitcase with entirely new clothes), he saw
hanging mistletoe. Not real mistletoe, but very cheap
plastic with red paint on some of the rounder parts and
green paint on some of the flatter and "pointier" parts,
that could be taken for mistletoe only in a very Picasso
sort of way.
With a considerable degree of irritation and nowhere else
to vent it, he said to the lady attendant, "Even if I were
not married, I would not want to kiss you under such a
ghastly mockery of mistletoe."
"Sir, look more closely at where the mistletoe is."
(pause)
"Ok, I see that it's above the luggage scale, which is the
place you'd have to step forward for a kiss."
"That's not why it's there."
(pause)
"Ok, I give up. Why is it there?"
"It's there so you can kiss your luggage goodbye."