Vacation trip to Cozumel. The tickets and passports are in posession of me blushin' bride. She is nervously checking and rechecking tickets in her purse as our son drives us to DCA. At the airport, she makes the discovery. My passport is missing.

#1 son heads back home with both feet on the gas pedal of the turbo. By phone, we walk him through all our steps in the house. No passport! As a last resort, he checks the car. It is under me bride's seat. She dropped it while checking for the tickets.

By now it us rush hour in the DC area. Son drives back to DCA, breaking enough traffic laws to get him the death penalty.

He flings me the passport out the car window, and I do an OJ through the airport, getting to the gate just before it closes.

Now she keeps her purse zipped!