Carry On Turtle

October 22, 2010

I recently walked into a garden/antique shop and found myself in the midst of, at least fifty, turtle garden ornaments. They weren’t just your ordinary precast concrete turtles; no these were handmade with their shells inlaid with stones. If you’re a regular reader of this blog you know about Lauren’s attachment to Mr. Turtle and her turtle collection. Wouldn’t one of them look great on the front porch of Lauren’s new home? I had to have one for her. The only problem was that I was over 2,000 miles from home and had to get on a plane to fly back there the next day. OK. Carry-on!

I selected the most appealing turtle and bent down to pick up my prize only to find out.... that I couldn’t pick it up. It was REALLY heavy. Mmmm. I’ll need to get the smaller size – still cute! I wrapped him in some paper, put him in a double-bagged shopping bag, and off to the airport we went. I wondered if he contained anything that would cause a red flag at security, but really, he should be fine.

I piled all of my carry-ons into gray plastic bins, and walked through the scanner without bells or buzzers going off. Shoeless, I stood waiting for my belongings to come out the other end of their scanning when the guard paused, looked at me and said, “Is that a turtle?”

Uh, oh. I affirmed her query.

“I was just curious,” she said, and went back to her scanning.

I slipped on my shoes, picked up my turtle, and proceeded to the gate. Lauren’s new turtle had passed security and was soon flying, far from his home, to a new life on the front porch of a young woman beginning a new life of her own.

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