It’s time for another episode of Butch’s Adventures with TSA. In today’s tale, we learn about those forbidden words.
After smooth sailing through the millimeter wave image monster (no doubt because I sing-songed my hello to the agent staffing the magic pink and blue buttons), I collected my stuff from the belt.
The benches were full of travelers getting dressed, so I moved over to the table where they do they bomb swipey thing. As I was grabbing the only liquid I had removed from my batchel – a tiny travel cologne flask – I noticed an agent I like.
Me: How’s my favorite TSA agent today?
Agent: Good! It’s my Friday.
Me: (sprays cologne) Mine too!
Agent: That smells good… What is it?
Me: Spicebomb. Oh. Can I say that here?
Agent: (laughs)
Me: You should see the bottle.
Agent: Do you carry it? (Eyes my bag)
Me: I stopped after I got pulled for search the second time.
Agent: (laughs) Have a great trip!
There you go. A nice TSA agent who has a sense of humor.
It’s Butch to be nice to the TSA even when they’ve not always been nice to you. Be Butch.
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About Tristan Higgins, aka Butch Jaxon
I am a butch. This blog is about what I think.
If you do not know what butch means, you are probably on the wrong blog. In the interests of inclusion, though, I can tell you that “butch” means a lesbian that is big, strong, tough, more macho, less girly. Of course, there are no hard and fast rules – which is an ongoing theme in my blog (and in the comments), but those are the basics. A butch will most likely not wear makeup. A butch is often referred to as “sir” by someone who is not paying attention.
What else? I am, after all, not just a butch. I am happily married to the most amazing woman ever, and the mother of two fantastic kids. I am also a lover of, in no particular order, beer, bow ties, breasts, movies, hiking, bookstores, travel, dogs, geocaching, polar bears, the gym, music, gadgets, and more. By day, I am an intrepid corporate entertainment lawyer. Although I try hard not to be labeled as such – sporting a bleached Mohawk, for example. Think more entertainment and less corporate. By night, bring it all on!
In my blog, I talk about things from a butch perspective, but this is not just for butches. We all love our femmes. Please do not let me offend femmes, mine in particular! If you like what you read here, I hope you will comment and let me know what you think. If you do not like what you read, well, what the hell do I care? Start your own blog.
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February 27th, 2016 at 6:43 AM
What a nice, entertaining little story to start my early Saturday morning… and weekend… and now.. NOW.. when out shopping.. I’ll have to find this to see what it smells like… -JV xoxo
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