On my way to Seattle to see if once and for all the new doc can figure out what is wrong with me. An no, you Mississippi back woods noodleheads, it aint a mental thing, thou some would argue.
So onto security and into the booth. EEEEEEEEEEEGGGGHHHH. Step back please. EEEEEGGGGHHHHH. Do you have any metal on you? No Mam. Go thru again slowly. EEEEEEGGGGHHHHHHHH. The alarm goes off again.
Please step off to the side. And so I get wanded and patted down. No big deal, took all of 45 seconds. I really don't see what all the howling is about. If you pansies don't like it, then don't fly. I'm surprised that those Mississippi dwellers aren't buying tickets just so they can get a pat down and can tell all of their buddies at the next road kill roast that they got lucky.
And ya know, if something happened, all of these weenies that you see whining on the news would be the first to bitch that we are not doing enough.
So with that said, in honor of Mississippi, I'm gonna leave my watch on just so I can get patted down again. And then tell all you god old boys that I "got lucky" twice in one week!