I can breeze though TSA in a moment’s notice, make flights with minutes to spare, and have even completed a trifecta (all three NYC airports to make a flight while a storm was rolling in). Provided… I am traveling alone. When traveling with people, I somehow manage to hit every speed bump TSA and the airlines can throw at me. From “Sir, your bag is .005lbs over limit,” to “Yes, we understand you have been trying to use our online check-in system for 30 minutes and have been standing in our understaffed line for an additional 20 minutes to talk to me, but unfortunately you are now under the hour check-in window, so you can leave tomorrow for your intended destination… you really should consider getting to the airport earlier.” It made me wish they had a plastic divider between me and the gate agent so I could punch the plexiglass like David would while making everybody else extremely uncomfortable. Oh well, I’ll be thinking of him while waiting on the gate to Mexico via overnight in Houston… why did I check my luggage?
