Once again, I was pulled out of line and sent through the Air Blower Potential Terrorist Line, for reasons I do not entirely understand. I was once because I had misplaced my license, which I could sort of understand. I can't understand what happened this time.
I guess I'm too swarthy or something.
But the trip, that I had so hotly anticipated, is over. Mostly. I'm actually not getting home for another 11 hours or so. But essentially, it's over. I overpacked, of course, and didn't get done anything that I wanted.
I am underwhelmed with the prospect of another day.