I am redhead... hear me roar.

I have never been good at keeping my mouth shut, and yesterday I found out why.

I had to go through three x-ray bag checks at the airport yesterday just to get from the front door of the Munich airport to my gate. On top of that, I had my passport and boarding card checked five separate times. Five times. That's a bit excessive. I sighed and asked the airport employee why I had to do this yet again. He looked down at my passport, laughed, and replied sarcastically, "It is for your Homeland Security, ma'am." He asked me this insane list of questions - who packed your bags, do you own the items in your bags, etc. I really wanted to reply, "Well... I dunno. Some tall guy with a turban put some stuff in my bag earlier, and now it's much heavier and there's this... ticking noise... coming from it. I think it's okay though.. the sound is being muffled by these big bags of white powder that I'm supposed to take on board."

Ah yes, maturity. A slow, painful process where you learn to bite your tongue and realize that five seconds of fun isn't worth two days in a German detention center. I got my subtle revenge - even after all of the bag checks, the security guards never confiscated the two lighters in my carry on luggage. One small victory for Liz, one large victory for frustrated passengers everywhere.

My dad called me yesterday to give me an interesting piece of news; scientists have recently concluded that red-haired people are descendant from neanderthals (http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/nationworld/2003975496_neanderthal26.html) Through forensic discoveries, scientists have learned that neanderthals had similar mechanisms for producing speech and they also figured out what neanderthals looked like: they had red hair and pale skin.

"AHA!" my dad told me. "That's why you have such a temper!" The mystery is solved. I guess I'm still a caveman.

....think I can get in on the Geico commercials??


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