Acid Reflux via Rome

There was a recent conference in Rome. I know woe is me that I went to Rome while under the larger guise of work. None– the– less, I went to Rome the week before Christmas (came stateside in time to do the Christmas tour of Dixie and spend New Year's at home in NYC).  But before going to the Eternal City, Tanfer had a few requests. Well, as usual, I obliged.

Things like Listerine, Pam Cooking Spray, antacids, hand cream, and hair spray made the list.  She wanted Banana Quik, which after four grocery stores and two Targets I gave up the fight to research that it isn't widely available anymore.  So, I subbed hot cocoa instead. Well, aside from the breadth it all took up in my suitcase, the thought did cross my mind of how I might explain the giftable loot at customs. Well, multiple bottles of lotion, specialty hand creams, and such ... I had a plan that wasn't a complete fabrication.  Nope, instead just a minor exaggeration or two as in that I might spend more time in front of a mirror than a Georgia beauty pagent queen.. The plan: "Well Sir, I am a high maintenance woman and I use a lot of lotion and soap every day. I also wear several scents as well, depending on my mood.  I'm very hygienic, which is why I need the Listerine." While touching my freshly coiffed hair (as I had seen the stylist the day before I flew), "These locks don't come naturally you know."

Of course, that still leaves a few other things... "Well Sir, I have Acid Reflux and things like pasta and tomatoes aggravate it. Even so, I plan on eating lots of wonderful Italian food. And the Pam...well this is embarrassing. I plan on doing a lot of walking these next eight days, and in order to prevent blisters I'll spray my feet with the spray.  And I drink a cup of coco every night...I can't go without my hot chocolate."

I'm proud to say in didn't have to explain the suitcase of Tanfer delights, and no...I don't know if Pam will really prevent blisters. And...my real Acid Reflux wasn't too aggravated.

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