I hope Byron is okay. New puppies can be stressful to old soldiers like him.
DJ, I am so sorry. That is just horrific. I had that happen once and it was really awful.
It turns out that our stay in Siena managed to coincide somewhat with their Palio celebration -- a yearly city-wide festival that culminates on 2 July with a crazy, barebacked horse race around the main campo. This race is a competition between neighborhoods of Siena, and in the week leading up to it (NOW!) they have trial runs and tests to reduce a field of 400 horses down to 10. We won't be here on the 2nd - my dad will be with my step-mom in London, and I will be on my way back to Los Angeles. But we've managed to catch some of the trials.
What I should be getting from this story is ZOMG adorable Italian pretty lady story but, since it's after the fact and Sean is already home while I catch up, what I am really thinking is ZOMG you saw part of the Palio (amazing horsie races that look crazy dangerous but intrigue me mightily)!
As one does.
On my Atlanta to LA leg, I was told I was being aggressive and threatened with arrest by TSA agents at the gate for asking for a pillow last night (short version).
When I flew home last week from San Diego, I had to complain about a TSA employee. I had my laptop out of the bag for the scanner but my Kindle and another tech thing were still in.
Now the Kindle has never come out of my bag for separate scanning but new tech was new and I didn't think about whether it might need to come out until the guy says they need to rescan. Sure, no problem. Scan it three times, search it in front of me, whatever. I got no complaints.
Except he goes to take stuff out and insists that the Kindle is a device that it's not and then WALKS AWAY with my bag and digs more things out. While I was asking him to just pull the stuff out in my line of sight and run it through. There was a lot of high dollar stuff in that bag, I want to keep an eye on it. Nope, walked off with me Very Politely asking him to only take things out of my bag where I could see. Not touch, see.
Once I'd collected my things, I walked to the next guy and asked if I could ask a question. Oh, yes, they are NOT supposed to do that. At all. So I made a complaint.
I don't like complaining. That one felt good. Dude could have pocketed anything. Or another passenger could have. I don't even walk through the detector until my laptop stuff has started through.
Then I had a bloody mary waiting for my plane.