Look Who Was in the Men's Room with Me

Travelling at this time of the year has its pluses and minuses. All trip long I felt as though the whole country was deserted. Store hours seemed very limited. The weather was a constant concern. But on the plus side was the absolute quiet at our hotels and in restaurants. The Germans seemed even nicer than usual and less reluctant to speak English. Best of all, going through airport security involved no waiting in lines. The negative side of that was that the security people were more prone to pay attention. Going through Munich security I was stopped, scanned and searched. When that was over, I looked over to see how Gail was faring, they were taking my little bottle of chocolate liquor from Innsbruck out of her carry-on bag and throwing it away. We had forgotten to put it in our checked bags. My mother suffered a worse fate: all her mustards from Handlmaier's were in her carry-on and ended in the trash. It just gives us another reason to come back. From there we headed to our gate by way of the toilets. Standing in the men's room was the Bayern Munchen mascot. I didn't pay enough attention to relate whether he stood at a urinal or just pee'd on the wall.