Marc
Spokane, Washington
Set the time and the place -- 9:44 pm here, but it feels like it's almost midnight. That still freaks me out. I got to sleep in until 9:30 here today, but to my body it was 11:30, and it felt wonderful, and I've had a wonderfully long, boring day, sitting around helping out on a postal install. I won't bore you with the details.
I did learn last night, however, that in these trying times it may not always be such a good idea to wear a shirt with the image of a handgun on the front of it while attempting to board an aeroplane. I was "randomly selected" for a private search while waiting in line to board the plane. One instant I have my ticket in hand nearly up next to the ticketing agent, the next I am being pulled aside and told to take my shoes off, and asked if it would be okay to go through my personal belongings. To be completely honest, I didn't give a shit, but it did make me curious as to what they would've done had I said, "no! it's not okay for you to go through my bag!" Do they tell me I can't board? Do they let me board but not let me take my bag? Do they beat me senseless and throw me - literallly grab me by my arms and legs and toss me - out onto the pavement, the cold hard brutal Denver pavement? Do they call my mother and ask her permission?
She thinks I wear shirts like that while flying on purpose. She's absolutely, 100%, All American, Solid Gold Dancin' right! I love making fun of the aeronautics system. They're complete bastards, and heartless, hopeless assholes. Well ... except for the fact that they gave me a free upgrade into first class last night.
And I'm worth it.
I'll talk to you tomorrow, in New Orleans!
Spokane, Washington
Set the time and the place -- 9:44 pm here, but it feels like it's almost midnight. That still freaks me out. I got to sleep in until 9:30 here today, but to my body it was 11:30, and it felt wonderful, and I've had a wonderfully long, boring day, sitting around helping out on a postal install. I won't bore you with the details.
I did learn last night, however, that in these trying times it may not always be such a good idea to wear a shirt with the image of a handgun on the front of it while attempting to board an aeroplane. I was "randomly selected" for a private search while waiting in line to board the plane. One instant I have my ticket in hand nearly up next to the ticketing agent, the next I am being pulled aside and told to take my shoes off, and asked if it would be okay to go through my personal belongings. To be completely honest, I didn't give a shit, but it did make me curious as to what they would've done had I said, "no! it's not okay for you to go through my bag!" Do they tell me I can't board? Do they let me board but not let me take my bag? Do they beat me senseless and throw me - literallly grab me by my arms and legs and toss me - out onto the pavement, the cold hard brutal Denver pavement? Do they call my mother and ask her permission?
She thinks I wear shirts like that while flying on purpose. She's absolutely, 100%, All American, Solid Gold Dancin' right! I love making fun of the aeronautics system. They're complete bastards, and heartless, hopeless assholes. Well ... except for the fact that they gave me a free upgrade into first class last night.
And I'm worth it.
I'll talk to you tomorrow, in New Orleans!
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