After holiday follow-up
 

Well it seems I did not make friends with a couple of TSA, I refuse to call them officers, at DTW.

I could tell you a few stories but the best was the one experience I had with the machine that looks at your buff body. Yes, I got the Playboy experience.

The hilarious part, as I did not exactly understand what was happening-the line was a nightmare and moving quickly-was when the wench kept telling me to hold my fingers like this and look straight ahead. Every time I looked at her for the finger demonstration she yelled to look straight ahead. Then she yelled to put my fingers like this. Then I looked at her fingers again and got yelled at again. It was a hoot.

Well, when I finally was released from the contraption I had to stand and wait by the other dude. I was looking at my stuff and I said to him, "I thought this was supposed to make it faster." He had no response.

During this 4 to 5 minute time frame, how hard was it for this person to look at my not hot body and say yes or no? This wait was a couple of minutes and I could have drawn a picture of myself by now. Was this person not looking at me (where was my picture) looking at someone else (where was their picture) taking a break, getting coffee, talking on the phone---

And what the Hmmm, did my fingers have to do with this cinematic movie clip? Is Hitchcock back and making movies?

So I do think they were on meds for a short portion of December and came back to nastyville at the end of the month.