Hah! And Water is Wet

When I left D.C, I was irritated with the Air Gestapo because they made me go back and check my bag; I was carrying too many 3 oz.bottles of liquids.  Yeah, who's surprised.

Then Dad sent me home with his all-but-unused CPAP machine because I have apnea and he hates the cursed thing.  So I went to check it in at Ticketing, and an airline employee noticed that it was a medical device.  He told me it doesn't count as carry-on, and to go ahead and take it on the plane.  He also carried my suitcase full of shopping loot (and a ton of embroidery floss that Mom no longer uses - woo-hoo!) over to the X-ray machine.  At the security checkpoint, an agent stopped me because she had to "pat down" the back of my head.  Yes, apparently I have enough hair to hide a bomb.  She had the good grace to say, "Nope, nothing but curls!"

The Minneapolis Air Gestapo is much more agreeable than the Washington D.C Airport Gestapo.  (Then again, Minnesota folks are still generally quite decent, so maybe it rubs off.)

It's good to be home.