DaleB
Final Approach
Not that I needed a reason, really, but I just went through the nonsensical TSA security theater in Omaha. After having to get half undressed (belt, shoes, pockets emptied out, lose the watch, yadda yadda) I got my dose of X-ray radiation, followed by having my nuts fondled by a rubber gloved septugenarian whose salary I involuntarily pay.
Now, as a 51 year old, clean cut, professional WASP male I guess I'm a high security risk. Same with the little wisp of a female fitness instructor right in front of me, and the biker dude behind me. Actually, the three of us along with the other 150 or so poor SOBs they will pack into this flying sardine can would probably be the best defense the damn plane could have.
I really... REALLY... hope to make this my last CONUS airline flight, ever. I would be happy to spend a lot more time and money to avoid being treated like a criminal and cattle, all before breakfast.
Checkride next month, as soon as I can manage it.
Now, as a 51 year old, clean cut, professional WASP male I guess I'm a high security risk. Same with the little wisp of a female fitness instructor right in front of me, and the biker dude behind me. Actually, the three of us along with the other 150 or so poor SOBs they will pack into this flying sardine can would probably be the best defense the damn plane could have.
I really... REALLY... hope to make this my last CONUS airline flight, ever. I would be happy to spend a lot more time and money to avoid being treated like a criminal and cattle, all before breakfast.
Checkride next month, as soon as I can manage it.