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Warm Fuzzy Story
Jan. 9th, 2008 08:58 pmWhen Sarah was here for her 36 hour visit Christmas Eve, she and Adrienne went to the Museum of Science and Industry to see the Star Wars exhibit while Erica and I were at work. They came home talking about having seen the Holy Grail--the real Yoda, and Princess Leia's actual costume, Han Solo's blaster, the real Millennium Falcon, etc. They were pretty funny to listen to.
They each bought a souvenir key chain--Adrienne got the Millennium Falcon, Sarah got Princess Leia's blaster. Keep in mind I said key chains--the actual pewter models are maybe 1 1/4 inches long.
Sarah left on Christmas Day to meet Ted in Toronto and spend Christmas with his family. The trouble happened when they arrived at airport security on their way home. When Sarah put all her items on the conveyor to be x-rayed, the security guard grabbed her keys and studied the blaster keychain. No guns or gun-like objects allowed. But he would ask his supervisor. Well, it is only a key chain, but still, better check with the manager. Nope, rules are rules. No blaster keychain allowed on board.
At this point they were going to miss the plane, so Sarah let them take it. When she got home she called me with the sad story.
Being a mom, I searched the web that night. Surely I could find her a replacement. But no, I could find the Millennium Falcon keychain but not the blaster. So the next morning I emailed the museum's "Contact Us". The exhibit's last day was Sunday--this was Friday. I explained the sad story and asked if there was any way I could get a replacement keychain from the museum store without having to pay for admission into the museum.
But the weekend passed without a reply, and I figured that was it. Then Tuesday I get a phone call. The fellow that received my email had managed to secure the last blaster keychain from the museum store before the merchandise was packed up, and he wanted Sarah's address so he could mail it to her. When I asked how much, he said he was sending it free of charge because that had been such a ridiculous decision by airport security!
I thanked him profusely, hung up and called Sarah, who of course was thrilled!
One of those happenings that really makes me feel good about the human race.
Oh, and why I couldn't find a replacement online? The blasters were a special order to be sold at the exhibit only!
They each bought a souvenir key chain--Adrienne got the Millennium Falcon, Sarah got Princess Leia's blaster. Keep in mind I said key chains--the actual pewter models are maybe 1 1/4 inches long.
Sarah left on Christmas Day to meet Ted in Toronto and spend Christmas with his family. The trouble happened when they arrived at airport security on their way home. When Sarah put all her items on the conveyor to be x-rayed, the security guard grabbed her keys and studied the blaster keychain. No guns or gun-like objects allowed. But he would ask his supervisor. Well, it is only a key chain, but still, better check with the manager. Nope, rules are rules. No blaster keychain allowed on board.
At this point they were going to miss the plane, so Sarah let them take it. When she got home she called me with the sad story.
Being a mom, I searched the web that night. Surely I could find her a replacement. But no, I could find the Millennium Falcon keychain but not the blaster. So the next morning I emailed the museum's "Contact Us". The exhibit's last day was Sunday--this was Friday. I explained the sad story and asked if there was any way I could get a replacement keychain from the museum store without having to pay for admission into the museum.
But the weekend passed without a reply, and I figured that was it. Then Tuesday I get a phone call. The fellow that received my email had managed to secure the last blaster keychain from the museum store before the merchandise was packed up, and he wanted Sarah's address so he could mail it to her. When I asked how much, he said he was sending it free of charge because that had been such a ridiculous decision by airport security!
I thanked him profusely, hung up and called Sarah, who of course was thrilled!
One of those happenings that really makes me feel good about the human race.
Oh, and why I couldn't find a replacement online? The blasters were a special order to be sold at the exhibit only!
