Amateur Day

Travel on Sunday means you risk running into “less frequent” travelers.  Let’s call them amateurs.  Some entertaining amateur scenes included the extended family of seven trying to distribute the appropriate tickets to each other in the security line and the lady that didn’t realize that you need to pull your liquids out of your carry-on luggage for screening.   

I understand many people only travel occasionally and don’t know the TSA rules by heart.  To help, the TSA folks stand in the screening area yelling the rules at passengers like they’re the town crier with critical news.  The yelling gets annoying since the announcements take two minutes and the lines are 20 plus minutes in length.  The agents are on a continuous loop like the Purple Rain cassette I got from my sister for Christmas in 1984.  I listened to that thing constantly after hearing the song “Darling Nikki”.  My point is you should know what you need to do by the time you hear the rules ten times.  When you get to the conveyor belt, pull your computer out of your bag, get your liquids and gels out for inspection, and take off your shoes.  Please wear socks, your feet freak me out a little bit because your toes are not right.