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[lance_sibley]

I just got in the door a few minutes ago, and I am exhausted. And starving. I'm going to make myself some soup (I'm not feeling ambitious enough for pasta and I didn't take the time to stop at Metro for something microwaveable, so soup will have to do) and go to bed.

*yawn*

Edited to add: I was just unpacking my suitcase while waiting for water to boil, and discovered a card from the TSA indicating that they'd opened and inspected my suitcase. What is it with me and travelling, anyway? I think this is the fourth time in the last two years that I've either been singled out for extra checking at the airport or had my luggage opened...

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[gnumoose.livejournal.com]

I get those too. Well I haven't gotten one in years. I kept one of the ones I got in the past and put it on the top of my stuff in my checked luggage.

I also add a "proof of fare" notice from the SFMTA.

Ive been debating printing out a TSA claim for damaged luggage and putting it in too and attaching a post -it. "Do it yourself and save me the trouble".

Ah stopping at Metro. What a neat store.
Nom Maynards.

[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

I'll have to remember to do that. I did leave it in my suitcase last night because I was too lazy to walk to the living room to put it on the pile of newspapers awaiting recycling. :)

My luggage wasn't damaged, fortunately - I don't ever lock it. (It didn't even come with a lock, though my old suitcase, which I still have, did.)

[legostargateman.livejournal.com]

The big question is... did the TSA find anything intresting? ;)

Seriously, that sucks! I hope you have some of those new locks that the TSA can open without busting.

[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

Ha! No, there was nothing terribly interesting in there, unless my plain leather pants count as interesting. The skin-tight lace-up ones might be, but I left them at home along with something I shall not refer to directly lest I be accused of TMI...

... barring undeniable tendencies to provide lascivious undertones gratuitously. ;)

As for locks, I've never bothered to lock my suitcase. Anything I have that's valuable goes in my backpack and comes with me on the plane (though when I flew to Denver I was a little worried about the six bottles of wine I had packed - but I used enough bubble wrap that nothing broke :) ).

[sciffy-circo.livejournal.com]

Well, obviously, the "fact" that you do "know" almost "everybody" means that they're wondering if you'd also know where to hide all the bodies...

I've had my entire car searched before. Apparently, Drew fits the profile of a terrorist. You know, Canadian (non-American), runs his own business (nobody cares if or when he gets back), no return ticket (because he's driving), staying in Chicago less than 24 hours (because he has clients to get home to)... He was only driving my car back because I'd twisted my ankle. Yep, friendly Canadian guy, must be a terrorist.

[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

Nah, I only knew something like seven people at Chattacon (plus Eric). And even though I bought the largest suitcase when I bought a new one recently, it's still not big enough to hide a body. :)

I can think of nobody less likely to raise suspicions than Drew. :) You may recall my story of coming back from Gallifrey in 2006, when my Air Canada flight turned out to be a codeshare with El Al and I had to run across LAX to a different terminal (wearing my winter coat, so I worked up a sweat), and showed up at the check-in counter panting and not looking all that much like my passport picture (since I was blond at that time but my passport picture showed me with my natural dark brown hair and a full beard.) Now that was fun.