December 18, 2005

Dec. 16, 2005 [posted Dec. 18, 2005]

As I have been very busy assisting Santa in readying for the big day, I have been lagging behind on my other duties, I am hopeful you will forgive me for the lateness of posting.

It was the beginning of December. The trip had gone reasonably well, and he was ready to fly back. The airport on the other hand had turned a tacky red and green with loudspeakers blaring 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, 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?"

She replied sweetly, "It's there so you can kiss your luggage goodbye."

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