beam me up scottie
sometimes i wonder why i'm so stupid, or rather why i do stupid things. right, so on friday i made my way to airport to catch my flight back to northern cal. not very eventful. the same old boring city commute. i check myself in, nothing out of the ordinary then decide to head for the gates. as i approach airport security, i see people taking off their shoes, then suddenly it hits me: i'm wearing my lucky socks. that is, my big toe on my right foot is peeping out the gi-normous hole in my sock. oh shit! i can't turn back. it would look way too suspicious. i join the queue and my heart is racing. what do i do? as my turn fast approaches, my head starts spinning. how could i be so stupid? flashbacks of my mother advising me about clean underwear and good socks in case of an accident start haunting me. beam me up scottie!
i strategically place my bag in front of my foot as i take the shoe off, and quickly pull the sock over the toe, so as to conceal the eyesore. coup de grace! i think i may have saved myself. i casually empty my contents into the tub thingy, take my belt and watch off and proceed across the x-ray machine. me being me is constantly glancing at my foot to make sure the hole doesn't reappear. then, "would you like to step aside sir" - for crying out loud, beam me up scottie!
uncle sam was obviously watching my every move - suspicious moves at that too. and i was evidently nervous. they make me stand on the black square (this is in full view of everyone!) and proceed to frisk me. then the lady asks me to sit on this chair and lift my feet up! for goodness sake, beam me up scottie.
at this point, i was like, no-one here knows me, who cares, so i comply and she waves the x-ray thingy over my feet. as if that wasn't enough, the guy with her starts physically inspecting my socks. (i didn't come here for a foot massage!) at that point lucky sokisi had had enough as simply caved into the pressure. i remained calm and collected, it's just a sock for crying out loud. dont worry scottie, i survived!
i strategically place my bag in front of my foot as i take the shoe off, and quickly pull the sock over the toe, so as to conceal the eyesore. coup de grace! i think i may have saved myself. i casually empty my contents into the tub thingy, take my belt and watch off and proceed across the x-ray machine. me being me is constantly glancing at my foot to make sure the hole doesn't reappear. then, "would you like to step aside sir" - for crying out loud, beam me up scottie!
uncle sam was obviously watching my every move - suspicious moves at that too. and i was evidently nervous. they make me stand on the black square (this is in full view of everyone!) and proceed to frisk me. then the lady asks me to sit on this chair and lift my feet up! for goodness sake, beam me up scottie.
at this point, i was like, no-one here knows me, who cares, so i comply and she waves the x-ray thingy over my feet. as if that wasn't enough, the guy with her starts physically inspecting my socks. (i didn't come here for a foot massage!) at that point lucky sokisi had had enough as simply caved into the pressure. i remained calm and collected, it's just a sock for crying out loud. dont worry scottie, i survived!
im in my dads office in fits of giggles....for goodness sake i think you should add a laughter warning to all your material because its very dangerous you know. directors offices shouldnt be hide outs for giggling girls!!!! you're a legend!!!!!
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10:06 am, January 09, 2006