Canada: Day 2

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A slow day so far. I stopped by our Calgary office to pick up some information. The office was clean and modern, but there was practically no one there. Just another reminder that I'm on my own up here. Even KP, the project manager, who I thought for sure was going to be my guide/boss remained in Austin. I've been flying solo for three days now. For a moment I reflected on how when I first started with this company, I was nervous and unconfident about even going to Dallas for a job. And here I've been in a foreign country for days on my own with minimal money and I've just been taking it in stride. I like to think I've grown up a little bit.
After stopping by the office, I turned in my car and cooled my heels at the airport for awhile. I did get a little worried when I was told that the little charter plane had a strict weight limit of 22 for one bag, and one carry-on. The big airlines allow you up to 50 lbs, and after buying all the equipment yesterday, I now had a third bag to bring along. Our Calgary secretary said that if I was overweight, I'd have to leave some stuff behind. I'm already traveling ultra-light, so I was worried. What could I ditch that wouldn't end up with me getting frostbite? Or going mad with boredom? Then I realized that she meant 22 kilograms, which as I recall works out to roughly 50-ish pounds. Oh metric system, you had me worried there. And it's not the first time you've messed with me since I got here.
Right now I'm waiting in the "Cariboo North" terminal. Their company's logo is a polar bear. (Seriously cold. SRSLY.) I'm getting goosebumps just looking at the little plane. (I'd upload a photo of it, but my camera cable is in the checked luggage already.) Oh, and speaking of which, getting through the security checkpoint was . . . amusing. To most other people it would've been mortifying, but not so much me. I'm sure the TSA members of the audience already know what I'm talking about. So my luggage goes through the X-ray and the security guard dons his latex gloves and pulls aside one of my bags.
"Could you open this for me, sir?"
As I start unzipping the bag, he says to his partner, "It's probably just a bottle of shampoo." I'm already dead-certain what caught their curiosity, but I hope against hope that I'm wrong. I even pull out my bag of toiletries, hoping that's what he's after. But no. He prods around until he finds a large black plastic case that vaguely resembles an over-sized flashlight.
"Hmm. I haven't seen one of these, eh," he says, turning it over in his hands.
As calmly as I can, I reply, "Oh, this is embarrassing," hoping he'll get my drift and put it away.
The guard doesn't even notice the product name embossed on the case. I'm just praying he doesn't figure out how to open it. Then he asks, "What is it?"
Embarrassed as I was, I'd much rather tell him than have him open it and discover for himself. So I answer, "I guess you could call it an adult toy?"
Laughter ensued from both guards and my belonging was returned to my suitcase, unopened. I guess that went about as well as could be expected. Next time, it's staying at home.

Comments

[tallus-rip.livejournal.com]

Bahaha that's awesome. Fleshlight ftw.

[catspaws.livejournal.com]

I think it's Jenny who has the dolphin story, but I'm going to tell it because she's not here >>

So she had a friend that had to go through security. They took her aside to check her bag, ask if they can open it, ect. So the security person pulls out this giant dolphin shaped vibrator and slaps it down on the table, proceeds to ask about it and whatnot.

point is, while they found your toy, at least they were discreet about it, and at least it wasn't shaped like a dolphin.

[beansalad.livejournal.com]

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

.....HAAAhahahahahhahahahahaha *claps*

I'm sorry, that is freaking hilarious. HAVE FUN IN THE TUNDRA!

[opheliasavalon.livejournal.com]

LMAO. Awesome!