Averted Part Deux

Today is my virginal trip in the TSA Pre-Check line. Oddly enough, while standing in it I looked over and found that the regular line was actually shorter than the Short Line... That my friend, is capitalism at work.... pay a fee to stand in the Short Line which is longer than the regular line. And feel really special doin' it!

I asked my Short Line compatriot - should I pop to over to the actual shorter line? And my new best friend says -- only if you want to take off your shoes. I look down, recalled I had on buckle sandals, calculated the difficulty of these particular buckles, and opted to stay in the (not really, today) Short Line. Thus are the decisions of the ultra rich western pigs....

Fast, easy... and (I could be wrong!) but the TSA agents seemed friendlier and less suspicious than those assigned to the regular line... hmmmm... reality, or conjecture?

So, I'm down sitting in the bar, having a local brewski... few fries.... and sending a note to Chatty Riccardo that I will be very late.