If you thought the CHIPs and LAPD were humorless, try turning off your engine at LAX departures and getting out of the car!
On an airport run tonight, The Boyfriend made the mistake of unloading his insanely heavy bags from the car and then leaving me to watch them as he hunted down a SkyCap.
Ummm…unh-uh. Within three secondsóno really…THREE SECONDS of TBF walking inside the terminal, I had the LAX traffic cop version of those guys who guard Buckingham Palace in my face. I apologized profusely for my stupidity and lawlessness (in addition to being genuinely sorry, I was also genuinely unable to re-load the 500 lbs.’ worth of baggage back into the vehicle) but he was having none of it. Apparently I was “in violation right now.” (Oddly enough, he would not look me in the face, but stared just off to the side the entire time.)
Fortunately, TBF appeared in the nick of time. I jumped in the car with the briefest of goodbyes, shouted another apology and thanks to the cop for not throwing me in airport jail and sped off. But you know, the damnedest thing was, he never looked me in the eye…not once!