Fly. I’m not scared of crashes, terrorists, or anything like that.
I’m not even scared of the TSA strip searches, arbitrary whims, and telling me how much hair gel I can bring onto a plane. I just refuse to participate in the whole cluster eff.
Plus, I’ve grown fond of SWMBO and I going on Buick Economy Runs, whilst Searching for America.
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Woo hoo! First comment!
I had already come back in the new year. But with an admonition like that one, I just had to make a quick trip over here.
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Feel free to delete these two. Make me look good, even if you know I’m a dufus.
One reason I haven’t been really serious about pursuing traveling consultant jobs in the last few months, is that I’d have to fly and put up with the TSA bull twice a week (less often if I were to stay at my client’s city for the weekend every now and then.)
On the one hand, I could see my friends and family in the US mainland a lot more often than in the last five years (i.e. exactly once.) On the other hand, I just can’t accept that I’d be contributing, and in the end forced to accept and acquiesce, to the stupidity going on.