A few weeks ago, I found myself going through the pre-boarding security dance at LaGuardia Airport in New York. Usually, I breeze right though. I’m pretty wholesome looking, with the map of Kansas on my face. But this day, there was a little kink.
“Ma’am, we’ll have to confiscate this liquid,” the young woman standing by the luggage x-ray said.

“Oh no!” I said, “That’s my wrinkle juice! I need it – bad!”
“Sorry, ma’am,” she said. “You can’t take it on the plane!”
“But if you take it away, it’ll take me three weeks to replace it,” I pleaded. “And by then I’ll look like an old hag! I’ll be the picture of Dorian Gray!”
“The regulations say you can’t take it on the plane,” she said. At least she didn’t call me “ma’am” again.
So I pretended I was at a contract presentation. How can I narrow the gap? Ah!
“Look, if you have to take this stuff away from me, at least don’t throw it away,” I said. “Take it home and give it to your mother!”
The wrinkle juice wound up boarding the plane with me. It’s smeared on my face as I write this post – and it is miraculous stuff!
Being a real estate agent teaches us important life skills. One of those skills is negotiating. And I really think that we get enough practice at doing it as a real estate professional that, in other life situations, we do awfully well!
Sorry we had to treat you like that in New York, Patricia, but you know, safely is safety