It takes more than gadgets to become a secret agent (see post from earlier this week). You have to have nerves of steel, guts of iron and a personality of plastic. Or something along those lines. So here are a few things I did today that prove I have what it takes. The name's Bone. T-bone.
• We had dinner out this evening, and like everywhere we go there was a wait to get a table. Instead of giving my name as "T-bone," I told the hostess my name was "Captain Fantastic." My code names rock the block.
• After we ate, we hit the strip for some gambling. By "strip" I mean "strip shopping center," and the "gambling" was whether or not the ice cream shop had ever cleaned its tables. My money's on "no."
• I parked our superspy transport vehicle (minivan) expertly between the white lines. Man, I'm good.
• Despite being a born risk-taker, I showed my sensitive side by taking an hour off work and attending a baby shower for T-Spawn 2.0 at the Petite Filet's office. Then I accidentally mowed over some cholesterol terrorists while speeding through the Krispy Kreme parking lot. World saved. Again.
• I spilled my drink in the superspy transport vehicle (a.k.a. "the wife's car"). Only someone who's not afraid of death would do that in a new ride.
• I decoded several electronically encrypted messages today. Sounds a lot cooler than "checked my e-mail."
I don't know if I can handle the realism.
I like to leave my name as "hungry, party of two" at the hostess stand. LOVE THAT. But you're right, Captain Fantastic does have a nice ring to it.
captain fantastic is soooo much more G rated that what my husband leaves...I'm going to suggest that!
Heh..what a charmed life!!
It was nice of the Filet's coworkers to throw her a baby shower.
You are such a goof!
Captain Fantastic, huh? Good choice of names. At least that one is hard to mumble...