We are in Our New City.
Mr. Angst and our host are sitting on the living room floor poring over the air mattress instructions. I love it. I’m happily blogreading and blogging and they’re being men and figuring out the air mattress.
Air mattress figured out. Hallelujah!
The last few times Mr. Angst and I have traveled, we’ve had strange problems–for instance, not being able to use the self-check-in kiosks, or check in at curbside. Our waits at the check-in counter have been longer, too.
Today, we found out why.
One of us is on the TSA watch list.
Mr. Angst knows for a fact that his name is similar to someone on our state’s list of people who aren’t allowed to buy guns. I’m pretty sure, therefore, that he’s the one who is causing our travel problems.
So now we have to send something like 45 pieces of identifying information to the TSA to get this rectified. (OK, maybe it’s only five. Still.) We could blow it off–it’s not like we travel every month or anything–but I am not a patient person and Mr. Angst is not a patient person in airports. So it’s probably better to take care of this now.
You’d think I’d be annoyed or pissed. I actually think it’s kind of funny. We asked why, today, we had been unable to self-check-in, and she very matter-of-factly said, “Oh, well, one of you is on the TSA watch list!” And I laughed. It’s so bizarre and strange that it’s laughable.
I guess when I have internet access again (I’m typing this out without access; I’ll post it later), I’ll look up what I’m supposed to do on the TSA website. Stay tuned; I’ll keep everyone informed on my adventures with government bureaucracy.
That’s my day. Short: I’m leaving early so we can catch our 6pm flight to Our New City. Full of meetings: Today is the day we have second interviews for my replacement.
I noticed in the first interview, this morning, that I am a bobble-head. I nod a lot in response to things someone says that connect with me. I think I read somewhere that law students find this annoying. I don’t think I can help it, so I hope my future classmates don’t hate me for it. I’m just a bobble-head.
One more long interview this afternoon, out of which I will duck early (how’s that for proper construction?). I’ll change clothes, pack up the last of my toiletries, makes sure the kitchen is relatively clean so we don’t come home to pests or vermin, and clean out the car enough to get our stuff into it for the ride to the airport.
Posting will be light for the rest of the day, obviously; and likely for the remainder of the weekend, depending on our host’s internet situation. I am taking my laptop with me, so we may just have to find some free wireless tomorrow so I can do Friday Spies©.
Ta!
