I don’t do it enough, and every time I do, something happens. Especially when I fly.
This time it started out with @TSA dumping all my items on the floor. Unfortunately nothing seems broken but I haven’t opened up the two spare insulin bottle boxes.
Once they broke three vials of insulin. Well, I dropped them and broke them because I was following their liquid rules. I don’t do that any more with insulin.
Also, when I got to the hotel, they gave me a wheelchair room. Which was very odd, as I had specifically asked for a corner king. I had paid for the extra space as I figured correctly that the room would be quieter.
It was fixed very quickly but with a few minutes of extra concern and inconvenience.
But I’m here in California, missing my dogs and my truck and my husband. Yeah, in that order, though maybe the truck more than the dogs. Have already run into two already friends, and one new one.
Scott Hanselman inadvertently advised me that @TSA are just people who didn’t get to be real cops, and since I used to train real cops, I really DO get them.
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