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Airport Impulses

Most of my airport impulses are mildly violent. Things like tipping over peoples' baggage while they're standing too close to me, or nudging them into the railing of the moving sidewalk as they speed along, or wanting to whack the flight attendant with my purse when she tells me it isn't far enough under the seat in front of me.

But sometimes I have silly impulses too.

I was in the bathroom and overheard this woman talking with her family. A younger relative was asking why she wasn't going to the bathroom.

"I have to stand here with our suitcases. You go ahead." came her response.

My Impulse

caped villain

*swinging door open in one swoop and covering my face with a cape*
"I'll watch your luggage!"
Booo-ah-ah-ah

Thank goodness for impulse control. For those who didn't realize I have any, I do. Ha.

Comments

  1. You wouldn't have resisted if you had been wearing a cape...

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  2. Rob and I are agreed on this, you are right. Capes make you do things....

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  3. I have a bright pink cape you can borrow when you come to town. I think about wearing it with a tiara when I vacuum ('cause I detest the chore) but I haven't done it yet.

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  4. ps I think Eric has a dark cape somewhere so Rob won't be left out.

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