Well, here I am in the airport. I finally broke down and trashed my Rotary vest. The only problem now, besides not being able to move, is that I feel and look like a Christmas tree. Ironically, I've been craving Christmas music all of this past month!
At least I'm giving the airport staff a good laugh. They had a good time picking through my pins, pointing at my carte 12-25 that I have affiched to my back. I even had one woman from Minnesota ask me if I were a stewardess!
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