This is why I’m not allowed to tell jokes. I always forget important plot points.

A funny thing happened on the way to Nashville.  That I totally forgot to tell you about.

When I flew into Minneapolis and lined up to go through Customs, I somehow managed to pick the lineup with the most humorless looking agent available.  That’s just how my life works out.

“What is the purpose of your visit?” he droned.

“I’m going to a blogging conference.”

He raised an eyebrow a millimetre.  “A logging conference?” he said skeptically.  “You don’t look like a lumberjack.”

“Um…thanks?  No, a blogging conference?” I mimed typing.

Blank look.

“You know, on the internet?” I was really hoping this wasn’t going to turn into a cavity search.  And that he knew what the internet was.

“Do you…have a blog?” he inquired, peering at me carefully, like blogging might be contagious.

“Um…yes.  Actually, I have two,” I admitted. 

He looked at me with concern for a moment, and then stamped my papers and waved me through, clearly not prepared to deal with crazy people.

From now on?  If anybody asks, I am going to WRITING conferences.