Sitting in the airport lounge waiting for our flight. Through security again–this time there was nothing suspicious about Gail’s sweatshirt. Why different rules in different cities? Either the usual bureaucratic incompetence or a calculated plan to keep the sheeple off balance and submissive. Take your pick.
Here in the lounge, the waitress insisted on carding both of us. Assinine bureaucracy isn’t just for government, I suppose.