I so enjoy being at airports around people who are boggled there is a line.

How can they not know there will be a line?

I am looking forward to the being at the airport part of today. Right now it's the last minute packing check, will you stop freaking out part.

Okay people need mute buttons.

Mostly I just know they are going to be awkward once we get to actual security.

And they'll probably take the metal out of their pockets one piece at a time and keep setting off the metal detector.

This ear is driving me insane. I'm not sure there's anything more a doctor can do, though.

I have no idea what goes on in this woman's head. She's SHOCKED there is a line. She was here earlier and decided to go sit by baggage instead of going through security and now the line is longer...

She and I do not live in the same world. Sadly she keeps calling people and telling them all the same thing. Over and over.

Oh, joy, she bitched and got moved to the front. I'd be annoyed but I am happy not to hear her now.

Oh, joy, she bitched and got moved to the front.

Dude, that trick WORKS?! No fair.

The power of positive bitching?

Oh my god, this article I am editing WILL NEVER END.

I just needed to get that out.

Also, I am going to the ADD support group tonight because the presentation topic for the adult group is Building Healthy Relationships. I am a bit nervous and sort of expect we'll either be broken up or engaged by the end of the evening.

(Note: PROBABLY NEITHER.)

The power of Positive Bitching and they were culling for flights leaving sooner. Not my favorite trick when people are unpleasant but nice that the airlines are trying to get people on their flights. I'm just boggled because it's a pretty ordinary San Diego line and it is actually moving faster than usual. Which is a bonus for me because I had parental obligations so I don't have oodles of time to spare.

I still treasure the time when right prevailed. I was coming back from the New Orleans F2F and it was early in the morning. The airport was fairly crowded; I'd unloaded my two bags (this was before they started charging) and the nice man by the curb was checking them in. A woman comes up towing a flatbed handtruck piled with luggage and pushes past me, starting to tell him which flight she was on and how she needed to get everything checked. He told her that he had to finish with me first, which seemed to be something that had never happened to her before.

A little later I was in the security line. The really, really long security line. They went through pulling the people with early flights so they could go through security first. Of course, that same woman went with them. Then - the good part - not too long after she came back because, of course, she didn't have an early flight ... just figured she'd go to the head of the line. Not.

I still feel mildly guilty over the security line coup I pulled. I'd shown up ridiculously early because I'm that kind of flyer, and the security line was small. But I wanted to chill for a while and I knew that the past-security part was really limited for food. So I ate, hung out, and used the internet map I'd downloaded to find a cushy seat with a power outlet. It happened to be all the way at the other end of the pre-security area...where I realized there was a second security section. Both went to the same place according to the map. I finished my meal and walked back to the original security line which was now completely saturated. People were already volubly bitching. Turned right around and walked straight through the second area.