BB

    While wandering the halls of the Amsterdam airport, I had a couple of hours to look worse than I already did! The flight home look, is always one of bag lady, homeless looking street walker. This trip was no different, I was ready to go home.
    So we went in several lines, that I have blocked out. I just tell them to point me in the right direction. I become a traveling zombie, and my Bill is chipper. Thank God, he is my Sherpa.
   So we were getting close, to showing our passport again, when this male child, looked at mine and said, " B.B., Bridget Bardot." ( remember how I look) I slowly looked him in the eye and said, " Did you just say I look like Bridget Bardot?" ( Bill is pulling my arm, at this point) He whispered, " We can not talk about the way a person looks, I was ....." When of course I stopped him, "Just answer yes or no, do I look like the YOUNG Bridget Bardot?" He smiled and mumbled "Yes" I then asked him what his name was, so that I could use it as my flight mantra.....and some other person told me to move, so she could frisk me.
   I felt so beautiful, until Bill said, " You know he was just mentioning your initials were the same as Bridget Bardot." I may have grabbed him by the throat, or just growled, when I calmly told him, " One, I don't want the truth! and let this be a lesson, I will not be using the name "Bill" as my in flight mantra!" AND..( you knew I would not let this go) always tell your wife and other women how beautiful they are. ( What did they teach you at Princeton !) Especially before a flight, a nine hour flight .
   Don't ever burst my bubble, that is just not nice. You are a lucky man, married to Bridget Bardot.
   Well, we settled into the cramped seats, and proceeded to not enjoy the flight from hell.
   We were in horrible tornado winds for three hours over the ocean. How do I know this? Because my husband, the scientist likes to read all the information about the flight. I had my eyes shut, made my peace with Jesus, was saying my mantra "Paul" ( my new friends name) with hopes of putting myself in a state of bliss, when Bill shook me, and told me we were in 140 miles per hour trade winds, or something like that, and that an F5 tornado is 200 miles per hour. BILL, we have survived being married a long time, on the fact that you understand that there is much that I do not want to know! and this would be one of them! I looked at him, and just smiled. The flight was horrific, and after three hours, I thought I could take a breath. In case it was my last one, I nudged Bill, who is now on this third movie!, " Who does your wife look like?"
" The young Bridget Bardot", good answer. Merci husband, another great trip.