FloridaEdd wrote:
Hey I made it home so the airlines did there job. It was frustrating so I was venting. I know enough to not vent on the airplane. The good part was I had all three seats to myself so I kicked off my boots and put my feet up. That was nice.
So leaving Tallahassee I went through the teleporter looking thing at security and I guess I looked suspicious so they had to pat me down. After patting me down they swabbed my hands with a small paper tab which I assume was for testing for explosives or maybe gun powder. Then the TSA agent swabbed his hands with it. Anyone have any idea what that is all about?
So I get to my sons house and open my bag and there is a flyer in my bag letting me know TSA searched it. We laughed our asses off. I never travel light. My son asked me "Who brings sand to the beach?" I replied " I do ". They searched my shit and didn't find my two Oz of "sand".
Got to spend 7 days with his adoptive parents who I met before because it was an open adoption and to my surprise we all got along really good which is saying a lot because I can't even stand my family or friends for more then a few days at a time.
Guess this journey is over and I appreciate the support you guys have shown me.
Thanks Edd
Finally some good news in the world.
It's nice when something in our lives finally works out for us. That don't happen very often and has to be remembered.