January 3, 2007 – Home Sweet Home

Surprise, surprise. Another Delta employee in Atlanta lied to me. The alcohol I bought in the Rio duty free shop that sat comfortably in the overhead compartment for 9.5 hours suddenly needed to be placed in a checked bag for the 2 hour flight to Detroit. This was yelled at me by a large TSA employee in the security line. Funny, before I got into that line I asked a Delta person if I could continue to carry-on the liquor. She said yes. Bitch. Shoeless and beltless, I had to run backwards through security and quickly pack 4 bottles of fragile liquor into my carry-on bag and then hand it to someone who literally threw it on to a conveyor belt. This was after I told him it was fragile. God, Atlanta sucks! Oh, in my haste, I also left my wallet, ID and all my cash in the unlocked carry-on I just checked.

Things have a way of working themselves out (as soon as you leave Atlanta, anyway). We made it to Detroit. The liquor survived, and my wallet was recovered. It was sunny. Our ride picked us up. It was good to be home.

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