I’ve told this story a few times over the past couple of weeks and everyone says “you have to blog that”.
Okay, so here goes…
I’m in the airport in Jacksonville, FL. It’s about 6 in the morning. There’s a pretty long line at the US Air counter. I’m standing there with my suitcase, waiting my turn, dreaming of a cup of dark roast from Starbucks. All around me people are looking just as groggy.
Up at the front I hear “No lipstick? What?!”
I immediately perk up. Did someone say ‘no lipstick?’
Then I hear a woman in front of me. “Lipstick?”
Then behind me. “Lipstick?”
Then a few back. “Lipstick?”
And then it echoes through the crowd. “Lipstick?” “Lipstick?” “Lipstick?” “Lipstick?”
Then I speak up, panic settling in. “Hello? We can’t have lipstick?”
The US Air counter lady (looking a bit frantic), waves her arms in the air. “Excuse me. Can everyone quiet down for a second?”
A hush fell over the crowd.
“I didn’t say lipstick,” counter lady continued. “I said lip gloss. You can’t have lip gloss.”
A collective sigh of relief came from the crowd. I probably was the biggest sigher of them all.
And then it occurred to me. Terrorism. National security. HUGE issues. And lipstick was what worried me. Sheesh.
But hey. I gotta have my lipstick. Come on now people. Priorities.
Is it good? Does it have to be?
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