Thanksgiving Travel Troubles

If you are leaving for Thanksgiving tonight from National Airport, do not fret about security lines. There are none.

Betrothed Butterbean and I waltzed right up to the TSA security theatre, who prompty yanked my love out of line for an expired license.

After a tearfull repose we arrived at the gate just it time to find our flight two hours delayed.

At least I have a drink and am wearing the right shirt.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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