I work at a federal installation.

In light of the tragic events last Tuesday, security to get on-site has
understandably increased tremendously, and includes vehicle searches
now.  So I mosey up to the gate in my Vanagon and open all the doors.

The two guards want me to open the tailgate, too and I do.  The one guy
sees the cushion pad over the engine and looks under it.  Now he sees the
mat between the cushion and the engine cover and is curious.  He lifts the
pad and sees the engine cover; now he is positively interested and works
feverishly to get the engine cover open.  You can almost sense his
disappointment as he realises it's only an engine hidden under there.

The other guard turns to me, smiles, and says "It's a Volkswagen, isn't it?"
Sometimes a little relief is just what the doctor ordered.
Joachim

Joachim and Belinda and our fuzzballs Hobi, Lucky, and Leander,
...and our bridgekid Griffin, in Houston, TX
beekj@ghg.net

    Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know
    evil or jealousy or discontent.  To sit with a
    dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to
    be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not
    boring--it was peace.    Milan Kundera