Thursday, September 20, 2007

"You don't fly much, do you?"

Earlier this week, my job had me flying to Chicago to direct a video shoot. It was a semi last minute thing, so I had to get out the door pretty quickly. An admitted overpacker, I was determined to get all of my stuff into a carry-on bag, so that I didn't have to check anything. After all, I was only going to be gone one night. I am successful, and hop in the car to head for the airport. I chose Bradley because it's closer and is a nice small terminal generally lacking the huge crowds of the NYC airports.

Cut to me heading through security, proud of my light-packing prowess. I haven't flown since all of the drama of last summer (actually, I flew out of Heathrow about 3 days before they revealed the plot about the plan to blow up all of those planes out of London with the liquid bombs. I flew the same airline out of the same airport, how freaky is that?). Anyways, I'm not up on the regulations about what you can and can't bring on the plane. The conversation at security went a little like this:

Security Guy asks me if I have liquid or gels.
I start rummaging through my toiletry bag, pulling out stuff.
Security Guy helps me put it in a Ziplock bag like it's supposed to be, smiling at me like like I'm there to entertain him.
I ask if toothpaste counts.
Security guard laughs at me.
"Oh yeah, gel... gotcha."
I look behind me and am even more grateful that I chose this airport, since there is no one waiting in line.
Security guard tells me he has to confiscate my tube of toothpate "because it's too big"
I say, "but it's nearly empty."
Security guard explains to me that it's not the amount of toothpaste, but the size of the tube, if you catch my drift. (he didn't really say it that way, but I am trying to entertain you people!).
Security guard grins and says, "you don't fly much, do you?"
"Is it that obvious?"
Security guard cracks another smile and shrugs politely.
"It's okay, you can say it."
Laughing... "Yeah, totally obvious. Your shoes are off, right?"
I say, "Of course!" as I pull my shoes off my feet and put them in the bin.
"Have a safe trip!"

All in all, the guy was totally cool and put up with my stupidity. I was sure to get it right on the way back, as I'm sure the TSA folks in O'Hare wouldn't be as amused by my antics. The trip went well, thanks for asking, and I'm glad to be home.

Labels: biz, miscellany, travel

Monday, August 20, 2007

Yep, me too...

Have you ever talked to/heard about someone you used to date and drop to your knees, thinking to yourself:

Oh thank you God that things didn't work out and I didn't end up married to this train wreck

Well, have you?

Labels: miscellany

Thursday, September 20, 2007

"You don't fly much, do you?"

Monday, August 20, 2007

Yep, me too...

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