Saturday, March 13, 2010

Pig Gun

I had a christening gift for my nephew in my carry-on bag. “What’s this?” asked the security person as I went through the gate. On the screen was the perfect outline of a pig. I wanted to say, “It’s a pig gun,” but I held my tongue; airport security people are not known for their sense of humour. “It’s a sterling silver piggy bank,” I told her, thinking that would satisfy her. She hauled my bag off the belt, pulled out the gift, and unwrapped it so she could see it was exactly what I said.

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