As we all know, living in the country has it own set of challenges when attempting travel outside of say...the county. However, on this trip I am destined for Boulder Colorado, home of the free loving, tree loving and 'legalize it' crowd! I have packed my tevas and my tye dye and I am ready to go.
A peaceful 2 1/2 hour drive to SFO ( a quick Starbucks stop along the way), most assuredly the last possible spot to park in long term parking (out in the gravel and dust), a short bus hop to the airport and I have arrived at SFO Int'l. Being the ever vigilant traveler I have my less-than-three-ounce-liquids all in a zip lock bag, my laptop at the ready for its own plastic xray box and as little clothing as possible on so as not to tie up the line when stripping off a deadly belt or killer stiletto heels. Slip the sling backs off and I'm good to go.
Not so fast. Apparently my itty bitty dress with absolutely no embellishments that left little to the imagination - not that imagination is needed after the whole body scan was complete - set off some alarm. Icky pat down in places better left unsaid by a woman that even my beefiest son would have a hard time taking down and I was cleared, with plenty of time to spare. Time to people watch.