Memphis airport

I bought two hours of wifi at the Memphis airport so am sitting in the window of a Starbucks right next to security, watching the hapless passengers searched and questioned. Petty bureaucrats like TSA workers in airports can be so mean. One time I got stopped in security because they thought the outside of my bag had chemicals on it similar to those used in dynamite. I reached out for the bag, and the TSA woman threatened me and shouted, DON'T YOU TOUCH THAT BAG!

I said, 'all it has in it are tampons!' (That was true because I usually take empty bags to the US and fill them up with goodies from Target/Walmart/Macy's) but she didn't think that was funny at all. Of course when she opened the bag up with great fanfare, that's all she saw -- female products.

I would take a photo of the security operation right now in the Memphis airport and post, but I'll bet they'd lock me up for doing it.

Anyway, it all takes my mind off the leaving of my mother in the home this morning that is the subject of the next blog.