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03-20-12, 04:31 AM
It was the beginning of December. The trip had gone reasonably well, and he was
ready to go back. The airport on the other hand had turned a tacky red and green,
and loudspeakers blared 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 (which, for some reason, had become one suitcase with
entirely new clothes), 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?"
"It's there so you can kiss your luggage goodbye."
ready to go back. The airport on the other hand had turned a tacky red and green,
and loudspeakers blared 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 (which, for some reason, had become one suitcase with
entirely new clothes), 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?"
"It's there so you can kiss your luggage goodbye."