Subject: Out of (Birth) Control
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Wed Jan 09 2002 - 06:29:39 EST
"Out of (Birth) Control"
After an overnight flight to meet my father at his
latest military assignment, my mother wearily
arrived at Rhein-Main Air Base in Germany with
my eight siblings and me -- all under age 11.
Collecting our many suitcases, the ten of us
entered the cramped customs area. A young
customs official watched our entourage in disbelief,
''Ma'am,'' he said, "'Do all these children and this
luggage belong to you?''
''Yes, sir,'' my mother said with a sigh, ''They're
all mine.''
The customs agent began his interrogation:
''Ma'am, do you have any weapons, contraband
or illegal drugs in your possession?''
''Sir,'' she calmly answered, ''if I'd had any of
those items, I would have used them by now.''
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