The things that happen to me..

Things I don’t like….
I’m not sure what was creepier to start off my trip: the fact that I was told I had some weird residue on my hands and my breast while I was going thru the X-ray process at SFO, followed by the deepest breast exam I’ve ever had, or the fact that the guy behind me followed me into the perfume store to ask me if I was ok after what to him looked like a very unpleasant and through-out airport examination.

And here we go… Off to Mexico!