He likes to keep me humble

As Greg and I returned from our trip from Paris yesterday, we had to race through the Dallas airport to catch our connecting flight to Austin. As we stopped at customs, the agent noticed that we only had a few carry-on bags.

“Is that all of your luggage?” he asked.

“Yes, we pack light,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t think we were suspicious and would wave us through.

“How do you do that?” he asked.

I started to say “We have a lot of practice,” but Greg interrupted me.

“We kind of smell,” Greg said.

Utter mortification. The agent waved us through really quickly then. I ran as fast as I could to get away from the embarrassing scene. But, for the record, I do not smell. I can’t comment on Greg as I’ve been trying to keep my distance.