When it's not on the river mine does double duty as an end table next to the Hepplewhite love seat. It's about the perfect height and you can move it to the middle of the living room as a second coffee table when the book club meets. Usually I've got the Wedgewood compote and the cut-glass pickle dish on it.
Thanks for the laugh. That's fucking hilarious.After 9/11 I got off About April 20th 2011 from GC with 3 rocket boxes full of shit. No working scat machine anywhere. I drove to Vegas for a shower and whatever. At this time they had security in place before you could cross over the dam. My trailer was piled high with rafting shit and 4 rocket boxes of everyone's personal shit. I was waved off to the side for a search by a newbie security guard. He politely asked me what was in the military boxes and I of course said they are full of my shit. He asked if I was going to tell him or not and I said I can not explain it any better. He took one box off my trailer as he opened it his supervisor and I ran for cover. Did I mention it was about 90 degrees? Lucky for one person (him) it was just a little pressurized. I thought his supervisor was going to pee himself while laughing. It did make my day. He did not check any other gear.