The TSA line at San Diego Airport is truly staggering in its scope, and the part where it looks like you’re reaching the back of the normal set of rope barriers only to have it loop BACK OUTSIDE THE AIRPORT AGAIN is a real dagger in the heart.
I could tell we were in the right line because the person ahead of us was wearing a shirt with a print of polyhedral dice, and the person behind us was discussing polyamory.
I took great delight last week in telling everybody at work that I was going to be on a boat in the ocean and would have no access to my email for a week.