This is why I’m not allowed to tell jokes. I always forget important plot points.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011 at 8:37PM 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.
Reader Comments (21)
You should have just told him you were in Minnie to stalk Prince. That's why I'd go there.
Well, not to make you jealous but I did get the full body pat down at the airport on the way home. It was definitely not good for me.
You should have told him blogging had something to with porn after he found out it had to do with the Internet. "Uh, you haven't seen the movie Blog Jammin'?"
On behalf of alll Minnesotans, I apologize for that agent. Really, we do have a sense of humor here. At least most of us do. My teenage daughter may have had hers accidentally removed somewhere along the way.
I'm glad you didn't have to have a body cavity search. Not to state the obvious or anything, but that would have sucked.
Way to leave the funniest part of the trip for last!!!
Shoulda said you were on your way to Nashville to become a big, big, big star. Yee Haw.
You should have gone off on a whole woman's rights rant and threatened him with a human rights tribunal. You might have ended up in a Federal lock up, but it would have made for a great post.
My husband's cousin's former roommate is a Customs agent. I heard they get special shots that attack the humor genes. True story. (?)
And I so wanted to hear about the logging conference. That would have been fun. Or not. Glad you made it through, humor or not.
You should have gone into detail of what you blog about...
That agent must have been from somewhere else - we Minnesotan's are less suspicious than THAT. ;)
I would have run with the lumberjack theme- you can do a lot with that.
I'm surprized he just didn't wave you through... How dare he not recognize you! You must not have been wearing your cape. :)
That is awesome. I can't believe this is the first time I'm hearing about this. I'm suspicious-- does he REALLY know what a blog is?
Did he at least feel you up?
What's that? You're going to a riding conference?
I'm pretty sure that the word "blog" equates to "total loser" in the real world. Now I'm not saying that I think you're a loser, I think you're the bee's knees. But people don't get it.
I totally buy you as a lumberjack.
At least you get to go, I don't even know where to find one in Phoenix. It's a blogger wasteland.
also "writing a book..." or "taking photographs" but never "working"
The question was posed to my co-workers while I was away:
"She's gone where?"
To a blogging conference in Nashville.
"Why would she want to do something like that?"
LOL