I just got back from a two-day corporate training in Plymouth, which is just outside of Detroit. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my pencils and sketchbook. Watch for more sketches in a day or two once I get caught up on everything.

Anyway, while I was at the airport waiting for my luggage to come my way via the baggage carousel, an interesting thought occurred to me. I began to wonder how people might have reacted had I, upon seeing my bag, put my hands on my hips and cried out, “SHIT! Why didn’t that DETONATE?”