A couple years ago, the wife and I were headed to California and out of the snow and cold. Now, I'm into Christmas, but can't stand airports with tacky red and green decor, and loudspeakers blaring elevator renditions of so-called Christmas music.
I grit my teeth and go to check in our single suitcase (with baggage fees so high, we now consolidate), when I saw some mistletoe hanging. Not real mistletoe, mind you, but very cheap imitation plastic with red paint on the rounder parts and green paint on the flatter and pointier parts, that could be taken for mistletoe only in a very Picasso sort of way.
With a considerable degree of frustration (and my snarky sense of humor), pointed to the mistletoe and said to the airline counter worker, "Even if I weren’t happily married, I wouldn’t want to kiss any worker under such a gross mockery of mistletoe."
She smiled. "Sir, look more closely at where the mistletoe is hanging.".
"Ok, I see that it's above the luggage scale and not even over your station. That isn’t even the right place to get a kiss," I joked.
The patient gal replied, "That's not why they hung it there."
"Well, I give up, Why is it there?"
With a twinkle in her eye she replied, "It's there so you can kiss your suitcase goodbye."
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Dr Bob Griffin
"Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!"