Mrs. Beaz just sent me this link. Shocking. And no, we're not talking communist USSR, China or Cuba, but fuzzy old Ottawa. I hope I don't get arrested next time I go visit Mrs. B, and we begin our holiday with the traditional greeting, "Let the fun begin!" The security detail will think it's some kind of code language for nefarious anti-government terrorist activity.
Mrs. B. chimes in by speaking slowly into the microphone hidden in the luggage carousel:
Indeed, we'll have to watch what we gab about as we wait for your luggage. No more "This holiday's going to be THE BOMB!" or "Our matching 'Viva Steyn' t-shirts are DYNAMITE!" or "Have you heard the EXPLOSIVE headlines about the Stasi-like surveillance practices being implemented in Canadian airports? It makes me want to violently use a pair of TOENAIL CLIPPERS or a SNOW GLOBE CONTAINING MORE THAN 100 MILLILITERS OF LIQUID!!"
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