Should I be concerned?

Made it through security this morning at PDX with my shoes on. No one noticed. Why? Because the drawstring on my linen pants got sucked into the conveyor belt and I nearly went through the x-ray machine for a full body scan. Bad guys, take note. Drawstrings = distracters & means by which you can get shoe bombs past TSA employees.

Also, I'm packing heat in the form of a crochet needle and very tiny scissors.

When the flight attendants arrived to board the flight, the gate attendant asked one of the crew members about the instrument case he was carrying. Did he plan to play the ukulele for all of us? He gave a hearty guffaw and indicated that the case actually held a high-powered sniper rifle. Guffaw, guffaw, guffaw. He thought he was seriously funny.

Currently flying the airline where you line up in a cattle call for your seat. This is the same airline that allows their male employees to wear package-hugging khaki shorts and blue polos that ... enhance? the nipples. As a result, I got the first seat on the plane - a nice bulk head with lots of leg room - and I was the first to deboard. The cost for all of this? I had to stare at male flight attendant nipples for the entire flight from PDX to PHX.

The Phoenix airport is full of sparrows. Like sparrows all in my personal space. Flying around my head. Jumping at my feet. Another passenger saw me dodging them and laughed, noting that the PHX airport is going for the "natural" vibe.

Wondering what the journey to Austin will hold ...