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Am home. Midnight. The kitty has given me and my baggage a thorough sniff and decided that I am probably me, although she's not quite sure. I am being given the benefit of the doubt.
My checked bag was definitely opened and searched - the doujinshi are still in their little plastic bags and are all there, as is everything else I packed, however, so it's not a theft thing. I think what probably made them do it was that I have a big metal can of hairspray that, since it was full and I was worried about it leaking over my clothes, I wrapped in a plastic bag and secured with a rubber band. I expect that had a weird profile on the X-ray and they checked to make sure it wasn't some sort of explosive.
How do I know it was opened and searched? It was repacked. Better than I'd done it. I'd had one shoe on either end of the bag - I remember that from when I was zipping it up - and they were put together. And I'd left the two zipper pulls together at one end of the zipper, and I found them together at the other end of the zipper.
Good thing I vaguely remembered that we're not supposed to lock our bags anymore. Luggage locks aren't any good at any sort of security other than preventing the zipper from opening due to manhandling anyway, and all they would have done was bust the lock.
On the flight home I was seated next to a woman with a kid about 15-18 months (I'm horrible at figuring ages out - walking just fine, but preverbal). They'd been at the airport since 8 AM and the kid hadn't taken a nap that day. He took 2 hours to calm down and go to sleep. Remarkably well-behaved for being nap-free and in an airport all day: some crankiness and high-pitched screaming occasionally (which the mother did her best to calm down) when we wouldn't let him into the aisle to run up and down. I let him play with the buttons on my jacket. The jacket is now covered in sticky apple-juice fingerprints but honestly, it was a small price to pay to keep him occupied, and it needed to be cleaned anyway.
I didn't tell the mother that I thought pumping the kid full of sugary apple juice all day might be contributing to his hyperactivity.
My checked bag didn't come through on the baggage claim, but I and several other people got called over to the desk to be informend that our luggage had, in fact, caught the flight before ours and made it to Dallas (probably before we left San Francisco) and was awaiting us at a different terminal. I went out to catch the shuttle, and the people I'd been talking to had someone picking them up, so they invited me along in their SUV instead of waiting for a shuttle, and I gratefully accepted.
I caight the next SuperShuttle home, and here I am. Finally.
My checked bag was definitely opened and searched - the doujinshi are still in their little plastic bags and are all there, as is everything else I packed, however, so it's not a theft thing. I think what probably made them do it was that I have a big metal can of hairspray that, since it was full and I was worried about it leaking over my clothes, I wrapped in a plastic bag and secured with a rubber band. I expect that had a weird profile on the X-ray and they checked to make sure it wasn't some sort of explosive.
How do I know it was opened and searched? It was repacked. Better than I'd done it. I'd had one shoe on either end of the bag - I remember that from when I was zipping it up - and they were put together. And I'd left the two zipper pulls together at one end of the zipper, and I found them together at the other end of the zipper.
Good thing I vaguely remembered that we're not supposed to lock our bags anymore. Luggage locks aren't any good at any sort of security other than preventing the zipper from opening due to manhandling anyway, and all they would have done was bust the lock.
On the flight home I was seated next to a woman with a kid about 15-18 months (I'm horrible at figuring ages out - walking just fine, but preverbal). They'd been at the airport since 8 AM and the kid hadn't taken a nap that day. He took 2 hours to calm down and go to sleep. Remarkably well-behaved for being nap-free and in an airport all day: some crankiness and high-pitched screaming occasionally (which the mother did her best to calm down) when we wouldn't let him into the aisle to run up and down. I let him play with the buttons on my jacket. The jacket is now covered in sticky apple-juice fingerprints but honestly, it was a small price to pay to keep him occupied, and it needed to be cleaned anyway.
I didn't tell the mother that I thought pumping the kid full of sugary apple juice all day might be contributing to his hyperactivity.
My checked bag didn't come through on the baggage claim, but I and several other people got called over to the desk to be informend that our luggage had, in fact, caught the flight before ours and made it to Dallas (probably before we left San Francisco) and was awaiting us at a different terminal. I went out to catch the shuttle, and the people I'd been talking to had someone picking them up, so they invited me along in their SUV instead of waiting for a shuttle, and I gratefully accepted.
I caight the next SuperShuttle home, and here I am. Finally.
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My carry-on contained one my bro's bottles of Gu (athletes use this stuff on the course - sugar, vitamins, electrolytes). Well, it's in an unlabled bottle, in a plastic bag with rubberbands.
Security wasn't exactly happy about it, inspected my bag by hand in front of me.
I wonder though, what they must have thought about my bro's bike & my sword in his giant bike case.
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I so need that T-shirt that says "I'M BLOGGING THIS."
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It was awesome meeting up with you and getting to chat and sketch! I hope you can make it next year too. ^^
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