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Tasty Hors D'Oeuvres

The cows, they lowed The sheep, they bleated The pigs, they squealed Herded together tight, overheated Squeezed into lines Individuality stripped Indignity's design Poked, prodded, whipped through airport corridors lines stretching forever making tasty hors d'oeuvres for blue-uniformed beasts, however...

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 11/6/2019 1:49:00 AM

I always think "are you kidding me?" as I am herded through without shoes, wondering what I will be stepping on. MOOOOOOOOOOOO

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/6/2019 8:30:00 AM

It,certainly BEHOOVES me to thank you for this comment, Caren! ~ Shoeless Joe (Jackson)

Chris Green

Date: 11/5/2019 8:12:00 AM

I know exactly what you are talking about. I have always felt like cattle being herded when dealing with the airport procedures. Maybe it because of them constantly saying..."Keep Moooooving"

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/5/2019 8:57:00 AM

Thank you for that moooooving comment, my friend! ~ Still chuckling, gw

Timothy Mcguire

Date: 11/4/2019 11:32:00 PM

Very Interesting!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/5/2019 8:57:00 AM

---Interesting to read about; not so interesting to endure! ~ gw

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 11/4/2019 7:12:00 PM

This is great!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/5/2019 8:56:00 AM

Hope you had enough to eat. LOL. ~ Maitre'd