Houssein! She may be a terrorist sneaking on a plane.”
“Oh my God! Did you just say that? We’re going to get thrown off this plane. You can’t even joke about that stuff around TSA!” I was trying to keep my voice down, but I could feel myself getting all prickly. My name was a sensitive enough topic.
“See, short temper. She could be very dangerous.” He smirked.
“If I get to Jamaica, I’m going to make your life hell,” I warned.
“You flagged her in the computer, right?” he asked. “I mean, she should probably at least be frisked. Maybe she needs a full body cavity search.”
Luckily, the women checking us in seemed to understand he was just joking. “I’m sorry. He’s not used to getting out. Can’t control himself. I’ll be careful to make sure he takes his meds before we get on the plane.” I looked over at him and glared.
“Have fun,” the woman behind the counter said when she handed me my ticket. “And try to behave yourselves. Where are you going anyway?”
“Hedonism,” I responded, with an arched brow.
Her head rolled back in laughter. “Well, then you don’t have to worry about behaving yourselves. Perfect.”
Then we were off to security. It was only a bit slower and my night was made when Mac was pulled aside. The guard gave him a serious pat down.
“I feel completely violated,” he mumbled as we walked toward the gate.
“Behave yourself or I’ll be giving you the Blue Glove treatment,” I teased. “I think that will be my threat for you from now on. I’ll carry one or two in my purse at all times and just snap it here or there to keep you in line.” I sighed happily as I imagined the fun I could have.
“Wow. I can actually see the wheels spinning in your head. You’re a little bit scary sometimes.” He laughed.
We walked through the terminal slowly, knowing we still had a good hour to kill. “Let’s go in there,” he remarked, pointing toward a bakery.
So, we veered into Just Desserts. The scents beckoned me like a siren’s call. “What are we doing here?” I loved bakeries. The problem I had with them was mainly that I wanted everything. And I don’t mean that I couldn’t decide between two or three items. Instead, I wanted to buy one of each. The bigger issue was that I could totally afford to do that. Mostly, I avoided going altogether because of it.
“We need supplies,” he said without even pausing to look at me.
Since he had pointed the store out, he hadn’t taken his eyes off the cupcakes, to the extent that I was nearly jealous. Yes, I was completely irrationally annoyed by the attentions those bakery goods were receiving. Fuck.
“Pick,” he ordered.
Shaking my head, I pleaded, “Don’t make me.”
“You have to,” he muttered. “I can’t. I’m powerless. Whatever you want. Order it. We’ll take it with us. Plane food sucks.”
“Can we do that?” I asked the woman behind the counter, who seemed to be laughing at us. She nodded in response. “And how long are they good for?”
“Well,” she said slowly, “they lose their freshness after a day or so. You know how bakery goods are.”
Shaking my head, I struggled to explain. “No, I don’t know. Nothing has ever lasted long enough around me to ever get stale.”
“Get out,” Mac managed as he punched me in the shoulder. “I’m the same way!”
Covering my face, I thought about how dangerous this situation could be. “So what would you like?” the woman asked. When I glanced at her, she was beaming. No doubt, we’d be the biggest sale of the night.
“I need one Lemon Drop cupcake, one Chocolate Fudge.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mac shaking his head. “Make that two Chocolate Fudge.” He shook his head again. “Three?” I asked. He nodded. “I need one Strawberry Patch.” He lifted a finger. “I meant two,” I laughed. “Do I need any Red Velvet?” I asked him.
“Yes, she needs one Red Velvet, one Carrot Cake. Oh, we’ll need
“Oh my God! Did you just say that? We’re going to get thrown off this plane. You can’t even joke about that stuff around TSA!” I was trying to keep my voice down, but I could feel myself getting all prickly. My name was a sensitive enough topic.
“See, short temper. She could be very dangerous.” He smirked.
“If I get to Jamaica, I’m going to make your life hell,” I warned.
“You flagged her in the computer, right?” he asked. “I mean, she should probably at least be frisked. Maybe she needs a full body cavity search.”
Luckily, the women checking us in seemed to understand he was just joking. “I’m sorry. He’s not used to getting out. Can’t control himself. I’ll be careful to make sure he takes his meds before we get on the plane.” I looked over at him and glared.
“Have fun,” the woman behind the counter said when she handed me my ticket. “And try to behave yourselves. Where are you going anyway?”
“Hedonism,” I responded, with an arched brow.
Her head rolled back in laughter. “Well, then you don’t have to worry about behaving yourselves. Perfect.”
Then we were off to security. It was only a bit slower and my night was made when Mac was pulled aside. The guard gave him a serious pat down.
“I feel completely violated,” he mumbled as we walked toward the gate.
“Behave yourself or I’ll be giving you the Blue Glove treatment,” I teased. “I think that will be my threat for you from now on. I’ll carry one or two in my purse at all times and just snap it here or there to keep you in line.” I sighed happily as I imagined the fun I could have.
“Wow. I can actually see the wheels spinning in your head. You’re a little bit scary sometimes.” He laughed.
We walked through the terminal slowly, knowing we still had a good hour to kill. “Let’s go in there,” he remarked, pointing toward a bakery.
So, we veered into Just Desserts. The scents beckoned me like a siren’s call. “What are we doing here?” I loved bakeries. The problem I had with them was mainly that I wanted everything. And I don’t mean that I couldn’t decide between two or three items. Instead, I wanted to buy one of each. The bigger issue was that I could totally afford to do that. Mostly, I avoided going altogether because of it.
“We need supplies,” he said without even pausing to look at me.
Since he had pointed the store out, he hadn’t taken his eyes off the cupcakes, to the extent that I was nearly jealous. Yes, I was completely irrationally annoyed by the attentions those bakery goods were receiving. Fuck.
“Pick,” he ordered.
Shaking my head, I pleaded, “Don’t make me.”
“You have to,” he muttered. “I can’t. I’m powerless. Whatever you want. Order it. We’ll take it with us. Plane food sucks.”
“Can we do that?” I asked the woman behind the counter, who seemed to be laughing at us. She nodded in response. “And how long are they good for?”
“Well,” she said slowly, “they lose their freshness after a day or so. You know how bakery goods are.”
Shaking my head, I struggled to explain. “No, I don’t know. Nothing has ever lasted long enough around me to ever get stale.”
“Get out,” Mac managed as he punched me in the shoulder. “I’m the same way!”
Covering my face, I thought about how dangerous this situation could be. “So what would you like?” the woman asked. When I glanced at her, she was beaming. No doubt, we’d be the biggest sale of the night.
“I need one Lemon Drop cupcake, one Chocolate Fudge.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mac shaking his head. “Make that two Chocolate Fudge.” He shook his head again. “Three?” I asked. He nodded. “I need one Strawberry Patch.” He lifted a finger. “I meant two,” I laughed. “Do I need any Red Velvet?” I asked him.
“Yes, she needs one Red Velvet, one Carrot Cake. Oh, we’ll need
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