The Waiting Game

It's amazing what comes to mind when you're sentenced to 10 - 20 in an airport waiting room. There's no such thing as time off for good behavior. I've been wanded, poked, prodded, and branded (inside joke), so much lately, that I think I'm radioactive from the sensor sweeps. Due to elevated threat conditions, there will be louder speakers with more annoying voices telling you things that you should already know. I'm beginning to think that this is someone's idea of hell. The TSA seems to be making more inconveniences for the everyday traveler. Sorry about the crossover into the saga of the Road Warrior, but it's been a week from hell. Anyhow, back to the waiting room... I feel like I'm in some sort of bad television series or something. I'm sitting next to a guy that is standing and talking on one of those cell phones with the earpiece, so it looks like he's talking to himself. Another lady is actually talking to herself, and no one seems to know the difference. The people next to me are talking about facial hair and its benefits. I really wanna go home!!!! Rescue me, please! See ya.