I'm blogging this at gate A10 in McCarran Airport, fresh out of airport security, which has managed, yet again, to provide more entertainment than security. This time, it was particularly good.
Even with the ozone layer intact, this penguin sunburns easily, so I have been in search of a nice travel sun hat for a while. Emp. Peng. found one for me at an establishment called "Hattitude" at the mall inside the Planet Hollywood casino (for those who haven't done the Strip, most of the hotel/casinos also have a mall similar to the local mall back home, except instead of an Orange Julius, these malls have Daiquiri bars that sell Sloshed Puppies in yard-long beakers). This particular sun hat is a wide brimmed brown felt fedora with grosgrain satin hatband. While the hat is billed as "collapsible," the guy at Hattitude recommended I not test that too much by packing it in my luggage. This brings me to why I was wearing an Indiana Jones fedora through the TSA checkpoint.
As anyone who has experienced the thrill ride that is airport security lately can attest, it would go a lot faster if we just all agreed to do it naked. Nonetheless, we still remove shoes, hats, glasses, jackets, jewelry, laptops, water bottles and all detachable cybernetic implants, place them in little bins, and reassemble ourselves on the other side. This time, after I got myself put back together and my glasses on, I was looking for Emp. Peng., who got routed to a different metal detector. Suddenly, I heard the unmistakable strains of the Indiana Jones theme coming from two metal detectors over. Out of the guys manning the x-ray machine, who were pointing me out to their co-security-personnel. I might feel better about airport security if they had been watching their own line.
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She should count herself lucky. Any other time a member of the TSA points to her, it would normally be followed by the advice, "don't tense up, it will only make this worse."
--Emp. Peng.
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