No offense to my dad, but the TSA is full of retards. I am always mildly insulted when I damn near have to strip naked to clear security, while some high school dropout roots through my personal belongings.
Today, to add insult to injury, my boots set off the bomb residue detector. Apparently, pyrodex residue on my shoes is enough to get the job done. That, or the wanker checking me can’t read the electronic display.
More updates when we get to Milwaukee or Minneapolis or whevever the hell we’re going for our first layover.