Many of you have asked a question that is almost too painful for me to discuss. You keep asking what was in the envelope. I'm finally ready to write about it. Please don't ask me in person...it's too...distressing.
You have to understand, I was under strict orders from Whitney that I was not to say ANYTHING to custom agents, people with immigration, and certainly not any TSA officials. For some strange reason, she thought I might say something trying to be funny that would get us in trouble. I was to silently hand over papers and sit quietly when told to.
But when we were ushered into a separate area of the airport and gave up the envelope, I couldn't help myself. I started to sit down where I was told, but I heard a ripping sound and realized the guy was opening the envelop! I jumped up and ran over to the area where he was working. I tried peeking over the barrier and asked if I could come over to where the agent was and look inside. The guy told me no. I'm not kidding! I was just joking on the blog about it being a big secret, but he really wouldn't let me look. I asked if I would eventually get to find out what was in the envelope. Again, I was told no. I guess it goes to prove 1) power corrupts and 2) the smaller the amount of power you wield, the more likely you are to wield it tyranically.
Bottom line: I have no idea what was in the envelope. ~Sniff~