I was arrested at the Newark airport in 1984 for trying to board an airplane with a gun.  I was on the road doing standup and I believed as long as it wasn’t loaded, I could take my 38 Special on the plane.  That was not the case.  I was arrested and handcuffed and put in the back seat of a police car.  On the way to jail, I thought of all the things I could say to avoid having to include “convicted felon” on my resume.  Things like: “I’ve already been on nine flights with my gun – what’s the problem?” -or- “I’m from L.A. so I’m pretty sure your New Jersey laws wouldn’t apply to me.”  -or- “You can dust me for gun residue, I haven’t shot anybody.”  -or- “When I said I killed them in Cleveland, I meant my act.”  It never occurred to me to say, “Officer, it’s not my gun.  And this is not my suitcase.  And those things are what?  Are you serious? Bullets?  I thought they were gum!”  Com’on!!

*To Guess my Mileage, go to the Sept. 1st posting – Three More Days!

It’s hot hot hot!  Only the butterflies were out today. Of course I had to take a picture of this one on a pentas in my back yard .  

The “Guess my Mileage” contest is still going strong. There are well over a hundred guesses but there’s still time to play – four more days.  (go to Sept. 1st posting)

Oh, there are some new additions to my “Guess the Product” game.  Plus, I found some boxes of old shows I did and I’ll be adding some more Jenny Jones Show video clips soon.

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As a comic on the road I had to fly every week to work the clubs.  One time we were still at the gate and I had my carry-on bag on the floor, getting ready to put it away. “That needs to go under the seat,” said the flight attendant.  I said okay as I was getting organized with my book, snack, etc., “I mean now!” he screamed at me.  Everyone looked up.  He scared me actually, and I shoved it under the seat right away, thinking with that attitude, how does he keep his “people” job.  I wondered what he’d say when he came by with the drink cart but to my surprise, he apologized!  He said he was having a rough day and was out of line.  I didn’t expect that but I also wondered if he meant it or he just didn’t want to be reported (which I would never do). I chose to believe he meant it because he seemed sincere, and everyone is entitled to a bad day.  Having worked in sales and as a waitress, I know it can be challenging to deal with people all day, especially people in the stressful situation of flying today.  I can understand a flight attendant having a meltdown.  I’m surprised that he may go to jail and even more surprised that he has an ex-wife!