That flipped a switch in my brain, telling me I best get a little more in touch with my inner Keeper of the House. In my convoluted pattern of thought, I figured I should do a little karmic work and pay back the gas gods for not blowing up our house. How better to do this than to do something nice for someone else? I chose Jay, my husband and usual target/victim. I went to work on cleaning out the front pockets of the suitcase he uses for work travel.
Amazing what curiosities you can find when performing these kinds of tasks. Amid the half-used packages of cold medicine, abundant boarding passes from what looked like the early 90's, and little cocktail swords (who knew those would be allowed through airport security?), was this gem:
- Jay has a doll house hobby that I am completely unaware of
- a toothpaste manufacturer in Japan is going way overboard in trying to impress the TSA with their tiny packaging
And this is the fascinating adventure leaving the gas on can bring you, as well, if you so desire.