“Supervisor check on number 7!” barked the TSA agent. No doubt, I chose the line with the over enthusiastic new hire studying every curling iron X-ray to see if had the potential of causing more destruction besides split ends. “Who owns the red bag?” yelled the supervisor, fist on her hip. It was mine. I was scolded like a school-girl for trying to bring a bottle of wine in my carry-on. I was then escorted out of the area in front of all those whom I had glared at only moments ago.
In all honesty, I had completely forgotten about the commemorative Elvis Presley Cabernet (obviously I was in Vegas and feeling appropriately kitschy). It was a gift for the hubby and because I packed it days earlier, wrapped in a tee shirt, it was out of sight and out of mind.
Nonetheless, I was the dunce I had been looking to fire brand with my eyeballs. It’s easy to whine and complain about the shortcomings of others, but when we’re at fault, we have to get creative and think up excuses.
Which brings me to the question of the week for couples:
Describe a moment when you had to make a difficult apology. If you’ve never had to do so, why do you think you’ve been spared?
