It’s good to be back home. I really enjoyed my extended weekend with my Mom in Phoenix. Got a lot of stuff done with her and for her. For instance, I bet she’s reading this blog (Hi Mom!)
The coming and going of air travel in today’s society got me thinking about things:
First, allowing 2 hours to get to your gate is a bit much. I was able to breeze through security almost without stopping. Why are we still taking our shoes off? I feel bad for women wearings sandals. There is no way I’d feel comfortable walking barefooted across that floor! I’m no germ-a-phobe, but I’d rather walk on broken glass barefooted that share that floor with some of those feet. I’m blaming my middle school gym teacher. This was back when we had to shower out after gym. Part of the communal shower experience was the anti-athletes foot footbath we each had to step into as we went in and came out of the showers.
Second, TSA. After presenting my ID and boarding pass one of the agents said,”have a good trip Dave”. I don’t know why, but it bothered me. After all when I talk to the boss for the first time I refer to them as Mr. or Ms. Okay maybe it’s strange, but it bugged me just a touch.
Third, I was lucky enough to get picked out for a scan rather than just the metal detector. There I was in that scanner, hands over head, smiling. Yeah, I was smiling. Like I was getting a class picture taken. Same fake smile I’ve had in forced pictures since kindergarten. As I exited the scanner I asked the agent, who was also smiling at that point, if other people smile for their scan. No, she shared I was special.
Flying is still my favorite way to get there. Anywhere. I’ve done long distance bus travel (not for the sensitive of nose). 24 hours on an Amtrak train, (also not for the sensitive of nose). And more miles in the back seat of my parents car as a kid than most. Planes are fast, clean, and despite the tap dance TSA requires, the easiest way to travel.
I wonder if I had asked, would TSA have sent me a copy of my newest picture . . . . . . . .