I like the idea of airports and save for a few things like security, are handled. You get to see your stuff (hopefully) on a conveyor belt. You enter a mini travel sized shopping mall with more goodies to see and do than you have time available to do them. On top of all that, there's all the people, who in a matter of hours, will be very far away in different directions.
I specifically sit down and wonder about the people that walk by. The dude with a power suit and bad ass sunglasses rushing with a fancy suitcase because time will not wait for his uber ego, the mom talking to her kids about what it is like on an air plane, the casual conversations I strike up that have an awkward pause at the end because both strangers know they'll be on their way opposite ends of the nation within the hour.
Maybe I am just whimsical about it, but I love airports, albeit, they can be a pain in the ass with a few things.
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The remove the shoes thing just seems so weird. (I know it's due to a guy trying to detonate a bomb in his shoe) but I've never had to do it for any airport.
I often forget that you have to do it until I see people in front of me taking off their shoes.
There was a period of time when flying into the United States required it from your destination airport, but it seems that regulation has been relaxed.
I definitely had to do it a couple times in both Japan and Taiwan, but now it's only flying out from the States.
Fuck patdowns, fuck the TSA, and fuck the brownshirts at the Department of Homeland Security.
Aaaaaand now you're on The Suspicious List and/or the no-fly list. Remember: complaining about the TSA is suspicious behavior and grounds for a more... thorough search.
I like the idea of airports and save for a few things like security, are handled. You get to see your stuff (hopefully) on a conveyor belt. You enter a mini travel sized shopping mall with more goodies to see and do than you have time available to do them. On top of all that, there's all the people, who in a matter of hours, will be very far away in different directions.
I specifically sit down and wonder about the people that walk by. The dude with a power suit and bad ass sunglasses rushing with a fancy suitcase because time will not wait for his uber ego, the mom talking to her kids about what it is like on an air plane, the casual conversations I strike up that have an awkward pause at the end because both strangers know they'll be on their way opposite ends of the nation within the hour.
Maybe I am just whimsical about it, but I love airports, albeit, they can be a pain in the ass with a few things.
No way, dude, airports are THE PLACE for people watching.
I scrutinize the shit out of people waiting in the same little gate lobby as me and make up itineraries for them.
If I'm lucky, I sit next to one of the people I have invented a life for and get to "check my work" against the real thing
assuming they are not ugly, I mean, interacting with ugly people on a plane is the worst.
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Uses one AA battery, not included. 9.25" wide.
How have I made it this far in life without the DayClock
Fuck patdowns, fuck the TSA, and fuck the brownshirts at the Department of Homeland Security.
Aaaaaand now you're on The Suspicious List and/or the no-fly list. Remember: complaining about the TSA is suspicious behavior and grounds for a more... thorough search.
Which is pretty easily accomplished since you can now be strip searched for any arrestable(?) offense
My sister flew out alone to my wedding (the rest of my family flew a week before) and a question she was asked was, 'why is your sister's fiancé's last name Susoeff?'
She just sort of stared blankly and replied, 'uh, because that's his father's name?'
Fuck patdowns, fuck the TSA, and fuck the brownshirts at the Department of Homeland Security.
Aaaaaand now you're on The Suspicious List and/or the no-fly list. Remember: complaining about the TSA is suspicious behavior and grounds for a more... thorough search.
Which is pretty easily accomplished since you can now be strip searched for any arrestable(?) offense
Basically if you aren't being a dick at the airport then they'll leave you alone
My sister flew out alone to my wedding (the rest of my family flew a week before) and a question she was asked was, 'why is your sister's fiancé's last name Susoeff?'
She just sort of stared blankly and replied, 'uh, because that's his father's name?'
These questions are incredible.
Like, in a very literal sense, they strain credibility beyond the breaking point.
I'd be much more scared to go to Pittsburgh than Philly
I've been to Pittsburgh once! It was very nice!
But that might have something to do with who I was with, which ties into the aforementioned possibly best day of my life which was at an airport/in the plane
They could just as well market that Day Clock as a sort of fun novelty with some spirit and humor, but no, they are suggesting that it is in fact, an item of utility.
My sister flew out alone to my wedding (the rest of my family flew a week before) and a question she was asked was, 'why is your sister's fiancé's last name Susoeff?'
She just sort of stared blankly and replied, 'uh, because that's his father's name?'
These questions are incredible.
Like, in a very literal sense, they strain credibility beyond the breaking point.
People have dumb moments. Like that time someone asked me if the twin of my cousin was also my cousin.
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VivixenneRemember your training, and we'll get through this just fine.Registered Userregular
edited April 2012
I fucking LOVE airports, having been in and out of them several times a year ever since I was 15 months old. There's a weird logic to all of them, no matter how different they are, and being able to navigate that logic makes them super fun.
I have a very specific process in selecting what I wear and bring onto planes; it's almost an OCD-like ritual, really. I'm always baffled by ladies that wear high-heels onto planes; I've worn boots that I've wanted to bring with me onto planes because they take up a lot of space in my suitcase (and I always take my shoes off on flights anyway), but high-heeled sandals confuse the shit out of me.
I ensure that whatever I have on my person has absolutely no way of setting off the security scanners because that saves time, and I generally put anything I will not need on the plane itself into my suitcase if there's room.
I hate putting shit in the overhead compartments because I'm always paranoid I'll leave something behind; I'd rather sacrifice a bit of legroom than leave shit up there.
I can sleep pretty easily on planes, sometimes right through take-offs, which I find handy because it saves me from that boring limbo between turning off your electronics and being able to do stuff again.
Seriously though, what do they do with your shoes when you take them off?
it used to be just leather shoes or shoes with heels, because people can store shit in them that, due to how low they are to the ground, can go missed by scanners
nowadays they just make it everybody to save time and explanation
Fuck yes flying!
My dad flies planes for a living!
It is super awesome. If I had the patience for math I would have probably been a pilot, too.
But maths are your friends! They tell you how to make a 300,000lb tube of metal filled with kerosene and people go from place to place at 500mph. It's groovy.
Isn't DIA the one with the oddly Aryan mural too?
Like that one? Yeah.
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I vomitted on the plane trip back from Minnesota.
If it's a shitty commuter with a lot of turbulence, I will vomit.
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
Can I expect this kind of daft questioning when I fly to the US in June? Because I have only ever flown to Amsterdam and we all know how chilled out the Dutch are.
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VivixenneRemember your training, and we'll get through this just fine.Registered Userregular
edited April 2012
Immigrations officers in the US ask the dumbest, most inane questions. My sister is American but my mum is Singaporen and my dad is British, so when they were leaving the US with her for the first time the immigration officer asked my mum "how" my sister was born in America.
My mum was so surprised by the question that she blurted out: "uhhhh, vaginally?"
It's great hearing the story so many years later.
That said, you really should answer even the dumbest questions as honestly as you can. Even if the answers are super obvious. Because if they catch you out, they have grounds to be total assholes to you.
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they put them through the xray machine, in case you have knives in the shoes james bond style
I specifically sit down and wonder about the people that walk by. The dude with a power suit and bad ass sunglasses rushing with a fancy suitcase because time will not wait for his uber ego, the mom talking to her kids about what it is like on an air plane, the casual conversations I strike up that have an awkward pause at the end because both strangers know they'll be on their way opposite ends of the nation within the hour.
Maybe I am just whimsical about it, but I love airports, albeit, they can be a pain in the ass with a few things.
I often forget that you have to do it until I see people in front of me taking off their shoes.
There was a period of time when flying into the United States required it from your destination airport, but it seems that regulation has been relaxed.
I definitely had to do it a couple times in both Japan and Taiwan, but now it's only flying out from the States.
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No way, dude, airports are THE PLACE for people watching.
I scrutinize the shit out of people waiting in the same little gate lobby as me and make up itineraries for them.
If I'm lucky, I sit next to one of the people I have invented a life for and get to "check my work" against the real thing
assuming they are not ugly, I mean, interacting with ugly people on a plane is the worst.
I'm a terrible person.
How could I have lived before now
How have I made it this far in life without the DayClock
Which is pretty easily accomplished since you can now be strip searched for any arrestable(?) offense
She just sort of stared blankly and replied, 'uh, because that's his father's name?'
Basically if you aren't being a dick at the airport then they'll leave you alone
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These questions are incredible.
Like, in a very literal sense, they strain credibility beyond the breaking point.
I've been to Pittsburgh once! It was very nice!
But that might have something to do with who I was with, which ties into the aforementioned possibly best day of my life which was at an airport/in the plane
There have been other Basho's in the History of Japan.
though it is not a very common name any more.
My dad flies planes for a living!
It is super awesome. If I had the patience for math I would have probably been a pilot, too.
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People have dumb moments. Like that time someone asked me if the twin of my cousin was also my cousin.
a section of the horse fell on the artist and killed him, so I'm pretty sure it's possessed. have you seen it at night? the eyes light up red.
Why would you want to visit Nova Scotia?
I have a very specific process in selecting what I wear and bring onto planes; it's almost an OCD-like ritual, really. I'm always baffled by ladies that wear high-heels onto planes; I've worn boots that I've wanted to bring with me onto planes because they take up a lot of space in my suitcase (and I always take my shoes off on flights anyway), but high-heeled sandals confuse the shit out of me.
I ensure that whatever I have on my person has absolutely no way of setting off the security scanners because that saves time, and I generally put anything I will not need on the plane itself into my suitcase if there's room.
I hate putting shit in the overhead compartments because I'm always paranoid I'll leave something behind; I'd rather sacrifice a bit of legroom than leave shit up there.
I can sleep pretty easily on planes, sometimes right through take-offs, which I find handy because it saves me from that boring limbo between turning off your electronics and being able to do stuff again.
it used to be just leather shoes or shoes with heels, because people can store shit in them that, due to how low they are to the ground, can go missed by scanners
nowadays they just make it everybody to save time and explanation
But maths are your friends! They tell you how to make a 300,000lb tube of metal filled with kerosene and people go from place to place at 500mph. It's groovy.
Like that one? Yeah.
If it's a shitty commuter with a lot of turbulence, I will vomit.
Can I expect this kind of daft questioning when I fly to the US in June? Because I have only ever flown to Amsterdam and we all know how chilled out the Dutch are.
My mum was so surprised by the question that she blurted out: "uhhhh, vaginally?"
It's great hearing the story so many years later.
That said, you really should answer even the dumbest questions as honestly as you can. Even if the answers are super obvious. Because if they catch you out, they have grounds to be total assholes to you.
They will probably not believe you when you tell them you are a florist.
Satans..... hints.....