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Honestly folks I couln’t make this stuff up if I tried. A woman in Arlington, Washington who stands accused of stealing 73,000 dollars from a church told detectives that Satan played a big part of the theft.

It seems that the woman used the money to cover household expenses to keep from losing her home. How did she get the money? From forging the pastors name on 80 different checks. Apparently as an administrative assistant she had access to the checkbook, and took the opportunity to help herself to the money. Now I am curious as to how Satan played a part in this. Did he hold her hand while she signed his name on the checks? Or did he double dog dare her to take the money?

Unfortunately, that question will have to be left unanswered. But thankfully she was caught before she could spend anymore money that was not hers. But I am left wondering if Satan himself will be called to be a character witness for her.

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It seems as though the state of New Jersey is considering a ban on Brazilian bikini waxes. After several cases of women getting infections and one woman starting a lawsuit, the state is saying that they will ban this type of wax job. Now I was somewhat intrigued by this story and was confused at the same time. So I did some research on what it is. And let’s just say I was cringing in pain when I found out the definition.

It seems that there are four types of bikini wax jobs. And let me say that only one wax job wouldn’t leave me blushing. The standard bikini wax seems to be the least invasive. The Brazilian apparently would make me blush. Then there is something called the “Playboy”, and a Sphinx that I could picture strippers or porn stars getting.  The only difference seems to be how far south the wax has to be applied. And I don’t see how anyone could ever lie still or could be comfortable enough to get hot wax applied between their butt cheeks. And that is exactly where it goes for the “Playboy” and the Sphinx. Though the Sphinx apparently leaves you with no hair at all anywhere.

Now short of being a porn starlet, could anyone explain to me the need to have no hair at all. Or to even go between the cheeks. I don’t understand it, and I think it would be a safe bet to say that under no circumstances would I get any of them. I barely feel comfortable allowing my gynecologist go exploring the south pole. So the thought of having a complete stranger visiting my sacred region would make me run for my life. But if you happen to engage in these types of waxes in New Jersey, I suggest that you hurry up and get one for the summer, before they outlaw them all together.

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This story comes to us from Gallup, N.M.: Police have seized 1,200 pounds of marijuania coming across the border. Kudos go to the officer who stopped this truck.

It seems that it was a truck that was carrying fresh produce to California. And inside was four pallets of canned spinach.  It seems that the officer became suspicious when he held one of the cans in his hand. The can felt much lighter than it should. So they opened the can up, and what did they find inside…..Marijuania.

This is where I think it gets innovative. Criminals have for years tried to smuggle illegal drugs into our country. Sometimes they succeed and sometimes they get caught. And they are forever coming up with new ways to smuggle the drugs. Who would have thought to pack the drugs into an actual can, then seal it up. To the average joe it looks just like a can of spinach. I mean I never would have guessed it.  Police estimate the street value to be about 1.5 million dollars.

Now that is some valuable spinach my friends.

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Tonight I am taking a very well deserved day off. I have been burning the proverbial candle at both ends, and the wick is getting short. And you all know that I have been complaining about being very tired.

I am also in a tremendous amount of pain. I suffer from arthritis in my joints, and much of it is from lack of cartilage. Well, back in August when my doctor gave my diagnosis, I did some research on the effects of diet on arthritis. And I was shocked at what I found out. I found out that coffee is a common item that causes pain in arthritis sufferers. The book also suggested that a person that eliminates this from their diet can see a reduction in their pain levels.

I was sort of a doubter in the beginning. And I was an avid coffee drinker, drinking almost a pot a day. And I was also in tremendous pain everyday. So, I decided to give it up cold turkey. I was amazed at how good I felt almost immediately. I had been pain free for almost 6 months, until I started drinking coffee again. I just started drinking coffee again in the last two weeks, and here I sit today feeling like I am back at square one again. In so much pain I can barely raise my arms. I so want to give it up again, but I love the taste of coffee.

So today I had to make the decision to give it up all over again. It will be hard, but I can do it. I just have to remind myself that it is for my health. Wish me luck, and if your in pain like me, give it a try. You just might be amazed also.

To my entrecard droppers……I will be back tomorrow.

If you remember I told you like two weeks ago that I was going to be training a new employee. Well this woman is working my last nerve. I don’t think I have ever trained someone that pushed all my wrong buttons.

Now don’t get me wrong. She is a very nice woman, just not the brightest light bulb in the house. Or you could say the porch light is on, but no one is at home. I could think of a million more. She is seriously lacking in the discretion department. Blurts out unnecessary comments, says incredibly rude things to people and doesn’t bat an eyelash about it. And I have to keep reminding her that inappropriate comments can get you in lots of trouble.  Then to top it all off…….she doesn’t catch on very well. There is a ton of information to remember about our job, and she is only retaining about half of it.

Now we are almost to the end of her training period, and it is decision making time for me. If I feel she is not ready, I can delay her until she is. Or I can take the chance that she will pass the next phase with flying colors. I have about two more days to make my decision, and I have to admit I am leaning towards the delay. But alot of my decision will be based on her performance over those two days. Who knows maybe she will suprise me.

But one thing is for sure……..I can’t wait to be back working alone with my OJT. Lord knows my brain is almost fried from answering the same question over and over again.

Yes Virginia there is a Santa. And yes airport land is incredibly interesting. The saying goes that there is never a dull day at work. And for a people watcher like me, it is the ultimate place to work.

Hardly a day passes that something or someone strange doesn’t cross my path. And today was no exception. Today it was just the strange assortment of people. And the weirdest one in my book was a woman with a multi-colored Mohawk. A few weeks ago it was a man wearing a nice business suit with a shirt that was covered in a watermelon design. And a hat made to look like a watermelon. And unfortunately all I can do is shake my head in disbelief, and think to myself, “If only I had a camera”. But it wouldn’t matter anyway, picture taking is strictly forbidden.

So the next time your in Detroit, watch out. For you never know when I could be lucking in the shadows just waiting for the next strange event to happen. But in the meantime I will pass away the slow hours by laughing quietly at the unique people.

Ask yourself how many people get a front row seat to someone being hit by a taser. Well today I was about as close as I want to get. Once again I was at work, and happened to be in the right place at the right time.

This time it was a person being deported by INS. Apparently he was very unhappy about being sent back.  So, when they got to the airport the man resisted hard enough that the police had to be called. And I guess after many attempts to bring the man under control, the police were forced to use the taser gun. I did not see them actually use the taser, but an unmistakable scream was heard from the man afterwards.

I guess you could say it was just another day in airport land. Now to answer some comments from yesterdays post.

1. The man was wearing two gowns so no rear ends were hanging out. But we are still not sure if he was going commando or not.

2. He had his wallet in a little plastic grocery store bag. Thank goodness ’cause I wouldn’t want to imagine where he would store it otherwise.

With any luck…..tomorrow will be more like a normal day at work. One can only hope.

p.s. Just a little footnote. These stories will never appear in your local newspapers, or even on the television. And I think that the reason for that is that there is no blood and guts involved. Remember…….If it bleeds…..It leads!!!

Today was not your ordinary day at work. It started out normally enough, but then a man in a hospital gown appeared  out of nowhere. Then it started to get interesting.

Now some of you might wonder what is so unusual about a man in a hospital gown. Well nothing is unusual if you are in a hospital, but I work in an airport. It seems that the man walked out of a downtown hospital, got into a cab, and told the driver he wanted to go to Philadelphia. So the driver drove him to the airport. At the airport the man paid for his ride with money from his wallet, then went inside.

Once inside, he approached an employee, ( who just happened to be my bonehead son), and asked how to get to Philadelphia. Not thinking he pointed him in the direction of the ticketing counter. The man then approached another employee and asked the same question only to get the same answer. Now this worries me that not one of them thought this strange enough to warrant contacting the police.

So the man walks toward the ticket counter. Luckily before he got all the way some quick thinking employees stopped him and started stalling him by asking questions while waiting for the police.  Well once the police came into the picture, the man starting changing his story. He couldn’t tell the same story twice.

As it turns out, he was arrested the night before by a local community and was taken to the hospital for an evaluation. I don’t know how he got out of the  hospital today, but there he was standing in the ticket lobby in a hospital gown, sock footies, and the IV ports still in his hand.

Well he didn’t make it onto a flight. He was taken away by the airport police in handcuffs. I don’t know what happened to him, but one can only hope that he got the help that he needed.

All in a day’s work at the airport.