Note To Self: When you point out to the TSA agent that the brand label on the X-ray machine ("Rapiscan") would be more appropriate if it were on the great big Porn-O-Vision machine, they are not likely to find it as amusing as you do.
Hey, the guy gave me the raised eyebrow "What's so funny?" look when I busted out laughing, so I told him. (The TSA agent who checked the gun case remarked that he had a 22/45 just like mine that he used for shooting steel matches every month...) I didn't get the feel-around treatment, so I didn't get to stare fixedly at the wall, muttering "Two by two, hands of blue..." over and over again.
I find it amusing that they are selling ad space on the bottoms of the trays you dump your personal effects in. When the day comes that America has cattle cars and camps, the boxcars will have ads on the side and the prisoner's uniforms will have sponsorship logos. ("Real Americans wear Nike when they get reeducated!")
Anyhow, I wasn't intending to post today, what with it being a travel day, but I am overwhelmed by the response from y'all to yesterday's post. LabRat brought me a box of Kleenex, commenting on how bad the sagebrush was this year. Yeah, allergies... that's what it is.