I have reached a truly perverse low when I seek approval and validation from the person checking me in at Gate Whatever.
It is with more than a smidge of shame that I confess one of my proudest moments was shortly after the whole Ziploc rule became the norm for flying. The TSA guy held up my little quart-sized Ziploc with my lip gloss, mascara, eye drops and hand-sanitizer and announced in a loud voice to the line behind me, "See this, People? This is a lady who knows how to follow the rules. No last minute rummaging through her purse. No frantic tossing things out. She's prepared, People." Then in a quieter voice to me, he said "Good for you, Lady."
I'm not sure what's the worst part of that little vignette--the fact that I felt so incredibly validated or that I still, after all this time, feel compelled to follow rules. (Granted, you have to follow the rules at the airport, but you know what I mean. I follow rules even when they're not all that important. I follow them more than the normal person should.)
Anyhoo, that's all I've got this week. I wish it were funnier, more interesting or profound, but try as I might, I can't come up with anything better. I don't want you guys to abandon me because I post so rarely. I don't know how people can write something worth reading every single day. Some days, I delete every word I write.
Hang on. I'll be funny/interesting/informative soon. Scout's honor.
In the meantime, check out my friend Andrea's photography at http://brookfirephotography.blogspot.com/.
And wish me luck tomorrow. I could really use an ego-boost from the TSA person.
Hey, we take it where we can get it, right?
