You're probably gaping at your computer right now. I mean it.
Monday, last week, the day I was due to leave, was crazy. It culminated in me running around the house, wearing my jeans, looking for my bra, which I realized, to my horror, had been placed in the washer on "soak" cycle. My good bra was packed.
So, I stood there, topless, begging God to please help me find a bra, because our ride is honking outside. I found a grimy old bra I use for yard work - with an underwire.
The last time I flew, 3 years ago, security had a metal detector. I was unsure what to expect.
I got to the airport, early, and much of it was the same as it had been 3 years ago. Take off my shoes and jacket, place them in the bin.
However, the metal detector was gone, the scanner looked like something out of a sci-fi movie, and my medication gave me a roaring attack of the "stupids". I could barely walk a straight line, much less figure out what was expected.
The TSA agents could not have been nicer. I think I must have looked "Special" - they were all especially kind to me and went out of their way to patiently explain my requirements. I got in the scanner. I got scanned. They had a poke at my money, to verify I hadn't hidden anything.
I went through and got my stuff back, all of it, and headed on through.
It wasn't just that, though. Like I told Ron, TSA is the only thing keeping me from getting flown into a building. I appreciate that.
If possible, I let every agent I met know I appreciated their service. They were all completely shocked.
Now, that's sad. "Thank You" should be an everyday fact of life for them.
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