Kicking off Seattle week allow me to introduce the people/person that will be in every obnoxious story I tell.
This is my neighbor across the hall, fellow teacher, workout buddy and gossip partner...the Blond Terrorist (BT). She is one of the most laid back people I know about some things...you know those things that she does not care about. However, on things she is passionate whoa stand back. You will get this look....
Why would I give such a dangerous sounding name to such a charming young lady? I am not sure why...maybe it is the sunglasses...but she is a marked woman by the TSA. There is not a security check point where she will not have to get frisked, scanned, and searched. You would think she would be used the whole circus of it by now...not so much. Every time there is a huge pouty fit, flying monkey all over that poor agent. It is a wonder we don't get kicked out.
She is a great magnet for vagarants and random panhandlers. I think it is the blond hair makes her stick out. It is fine with me they go after her and I make a run for it. I am a little slower so I bolt ahead and she runs up on the opposite side trying to use me as block. We have a system. Unfortunately, we did not master the system until the last day. We are ready for our next adventure.