"You got to be careful if you don't know where you're going, because you might not get there." ~Yogi Berra~
These few weeks are a personal tourist season, complete with my traveling entourage: SPS, diabetes, and what next? R & R is the brief 'recoup and repack' at home between travels.(travails?)
My latest trip, I was escorted aside for additional airline security checks, coming and going. The only threat I pose is to myself, but...
Going...Swine flu is debated, debunked, and detailed in news coverage with a running death count. Armed with a small bottle of antibacterial gel, an x-ray of my purse determines I am in need of closer scrutiny. Juggling my cane and shoes, I am taken aside to purse contents exploration and rummage through my carry-on. I am told to take the gel out of my purse..."the next time." Bath & Body Works is now a delicately-scented terrorist threat.
Coming home - Lesson learned. I remove my antibacterial gel from my purse to go solo into x-ray. My Levi rivets and insulin pump set off the alarm as I labor through the metal detector. "Female security needed," the attending male booms.
Once more, I am escorted to the side. Wanded and patted down, I am again cleared for take-off. As I unpack my checked luggage when I get home, I discover the cap of a new tube of body cream ripped off at the hinge. I envision unknown gloved hands going through my dirty laundry after mutilating my tube of Bath & Body Works Dancing Waters.
Next on the itinerary, a road trip to the Gulf to visit with friends...an island, white sand, food, and zero threat alert for my Dancing Waters.
"The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and a leaky tire." ~Unknown~
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