Well, I’m back from America from the 16th annual Misfit Thanksgiving and already throwing myself into the Swiss Christmas Hoo-Haw. We have got a lot to catch up on, so let’s get started.
Misfit Thanksgiving also involved many big platters. Too many. As usual, every time I return from the US to CH, I carrying an extra 5 pounds of body fat back, which, luckily for me, I could just transport on my stomach and hips, because there was no extra space in my baggage. I thought for sure I would be singled out in security in one of the many airports I slogged through to go through the new Peek-A-Boo x-ray machines, simply because of the crazy crap in my luggage.
TSA: Ma’am, you’ll have to come with me. You’ve been selected for additional screening.
Me (feigning innocence): Me? Why, whatever for, Nice Officer Who Is About To See Me Naked?
TSA: We cannot determine the nature of your carry-on items.
Me: What? Have you never seen a woman lugging a sewing machine, the seat and backrest of an Eames lounge chair, including down-filled insert, a bag of corn meal, a bottle of cream of tartar and a small container of allspice? Really? Where have you people been?
Y’all. I took a brand new sewing machine (remember I blew up my last one?) through 4 airports and no one batted an eye. Apparently, you can’t take a half-drunk bottle of water through security but various needles and a seam-ripper are OK.