Tired and Toothpaste-less

Despite relative good luck non-reving up til this point (story to come soon), yesterday was a pain in the butt. I arrived at the airport 45 minutes before my flight, only to be told that I couldn't check my bag. Forgetting that there was a reason I wanted to check it, I tried to go through security. Oh yeah... the 6 oz things I packed. Oops. Not sure of the rules about skipping security when on business travel, I go out, get rid of stuff and go back through only to find that my plane has dispatched early leaving me and 6 other passengers sitting at the gate while they are pushed back and loading baggage. The next flight wasn't until 530, while my co-workers, who conveniently had the rental car, arrived in Cinci at 6pm. I arrived at the hotel at 9pm, after landing at 7 and taking a shuttle that took the scenic route out to nowhere, where GE is located.

All this, because of a tube of toothpaste and some shampoo. It's wasteful, thinking about the thousands of people who end up having to throw away perfectly usable stuff, not to mention that the terrorists are probably laughing at the barefoot oblivious americans while they plot something else that we couldn't possibly think to prevent.