Husband and I have just returned from the family's annual trip to Daytona. People say "getting there is half the fun." And that's generally true...as long as you upgrade, of course. This time, forget "getting there"...just getting to our seats was about all the fun I could handle.
We had an uneventful drive to the airport...but for the fact that we had to fly out of McCarran (LAS) not Ontario (ONT)...as there were no upgrades available for ONT. I always check ONT first because it is easy to get to, easy to navigate, and closer to my home. Also, because I know that if terrorists ever try to take it over, Jack Bauer will rescue me...and the other people there, too, I guess...but, whatever, not my problem. The drive to Vegas isn't that much longer and...thank you nice people at Sirius...I have 80s on 8.
We park, easy peasy, unload the car, and, as we head from parking garage to airport, J began to question the wisdom of not having called ahead for a wheelchair. It was too late at that point, so as a friend would tell me, I Rangered Up, and continued. At the ticketing counter, no one was manning the First Class line, so we waited far too long. But...onward.
At this point, we reach the TSA Agent before the metal detectors, who compares your ID to your ticket. J and I presented our military IDs and tickets. He compares DH's ID picture to his face and name to ticket and hands it back to him. My turn. He stared!!! Used different angles and lighting! He finally asks for a second form of ID...dude...are you kidding me? I hand him my driver's license. UH-OH...it's expired. He lets the expiration slide with a stern warning and then starts the comparison dance again...both IDs and me...back and forth...squinting, staring, doing the hokey f*cking pokey. With a dirty look he returns my documents and sends us to the metal detector line. Again...this was the First Class line!!! Seasoned travelers, everything is neatly in bins, all computers out, quart size bag of anything even semi-liquid, shoes and sweater off...let's roll. Then we get pulled out of THAT line to go thru the body scanner thingy.
Don't get me wrong...I am a safety nut. I have been since I worked with a wonderfully security conscious (read: paranoid lunatic) officer for 2 years at the Sheriff's Dept. back home. J is also a bit hyper-aware (read: slightly obsessed) of Force Protection. I'm all for any safety measures necessary to keep our nation safe...at the airport...or anywhere else. I understand and support the need for our Govt. not to lay everything bare to the masses. Though I disagree with the way most gun nuts interpret the 2nd Amendment, I AM a gun nut!
HOWEVER...am I the new face of terrorism?
Let me set the scene...
All 5'1 (if I stand up really straight and the nurse is nice, I'm 5'1, damn it) of me...chin length, ginger hair, pink, monogrammed, polo dress, matching monogrammed cardigan, pearls, and my new Marley Lilly Monogrammed Penny Clutch. Really? There's a rosary in my bag! The only person I look like I could terrorize is a Protestant midget in Ireland!!!
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From the front? A basic, flat, clutch that is deceptively large enough to fit the current issues of Town & Country and Vanity Fair
and still look flat with loads of room for your essentials.
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This back pocket?
Fits your favourite E-reader with room to spare!
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Just to make more versatile,
There are wristlet and cross-body straps included!
When traveling, the cross-body strap makes life SO much easier!
I love the bag so much...that Marley Lilly is letting me give one away!!!
So here are the rules:
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Good Luck!
XOXO
~CAT
