...and only 2 days left until my birthday.
First pass at vacation remembries: Airport Stuff.
Security and You: Dan's bag had to be hand-searched at Orlando International on the way out. Seems X-Ray Woman saw something "odd." So Search Guy had to place it on a table, where he dabbed the exterior of the bag with a small, square cloth at the end of long tongs, and then put the cloth in some sort of machine. It whirred and clicked and gave some sort of satisfactory readout; then he opened the bag and repeated the procedure. He then searched the contents, said, "I have NO idea what she saw in there," ran the machine back through x-ray, and gave it back to Dan. I figured the iPod-wrapped-in-headphone-cable would've given them more pause than his junkfood stash.
Spotted Near the Gate: A guy holding a Bagheera stuffed animal under one arm; he had muzzled the innocuous beast with his hand.
On the Plane: An elderly lady wearing a pollen mask.
It's What's For Dinner: After a food-borne illness in January, Dan has become chicken-averse. Of course, after last year's airplane-dining fiasco, he made no special requests. So of course, what was for dinner on the way to LA? Chicken. Thank goodness for the junkfood stash, and the Burger King directly across from the car rental lot.
More to come...
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