Let me tell you a little story!
A story from years ago that I now laugh at…
 
I’m in a little airport in the Dominican Republic on my way home from a beautiful relaxing girls weekend with my friend. The trip was wonderful and I am sad to be leaving. As we stand in line to go through TSA we are having some great conversation and prepared for a laidback ride home. I place my bags on the belt and take off my shoes and wait to be ushered through the scanners. I walk through with no problem but see my bag being carried away and am asked to follow. I am asked if I have anything sharp or hazardous and I reply ‘no’ as they begin unzipping the suitcase. All of a sudden my eyes fall upon a little black pouch I have in the bag and I feel like I am going to be sick!
 

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