I took a bus for Seoul on Friday.

I took a bus for Seoul on Friday.

but my brochures got mixed up, and I quickly learned that I wasn't going to Soul-Town. I was really going to Seoul. Damn travel agent, you would think she would have told me when I

explained that I just purchased a bedazzled jump suit and a case of Colt45 for the trip. It's hard to find good help except when when I need a good blow

pop. After Halloween everyone is willing to part with blow pops to eat the better candy. I was all ready for the trip although my jumpsuit was a little tight in the crotch region

So there I uncomfortably stood in line at the airport security gate, pulling at my crotch and licking my blow pop. I must have looked suspicious because next thing I knew,

A TSA agent shouted, "LaMeata, you're up!" She was battle scarred. One eye. She had a mohawk and pony tail. She grinned at me. On her left hand was a hook. "Come on sugar bri

ng me your ID and your ticket. The TSA doesn't let me just search you for no reason." Her one eye was staring at my chest. Like she knew. Her badge "LaMeata Hawkins". My skin

turned to gooseflesh, and my heart started racing. There had to be a way out, but what could I do now that she had already asked for my ID and ticket? "I'll be right back, I need

to make sure I locked my door." I rushed out of line just in time, my ID and ticket still in hand. Phew! That was close. It didn't matter that I was hundreds of miles from home and