Pond wollowing and Airport Security
I was in a pair of wader's for the last 20 hours, standing near the center of the pond, with my head kinked upwards watching the loud obnoxious yelling coming from the second floor window. I even had the balls to scream back at ya and tell you I was ready for the pitch out the window response to your frustrations. It was awkward waiting in the dark, in a pond up to my britches in a foreign country, as I was curious what they the Police would make of someone so far away from his homeland waiting for a free computer to be tossed into his hands. Alas the knowledge of hearing "I got it' meant that I could crawl out of my ever sinking stance in the near center of the pond. I must be off to catch my flight back to the states Sorry Frederick, no time to stop and chat I am off like a herd of turtles with wings.
That odor of the bubbles that came bubbling up from me moving around in the pond were god awful, I sure hope no one asks too many questions when I go through the scanners in the airport security. Oh the embarrassment, it wasn't me I promise I do bath really.
Nice to see you figured it all out. Welcome back