The trip to Las Vegas was it's usual long, yet uneventful series of line-up and wait sessions. I "wait" by driving three hours to the parking service for my vehicle. Then I "line-up" to give them my information and "wait" for the shuttle to come to take me to the airport. When I get to the airport "line-up" to get my boarding pass and then "wait" while the ticketing attendant talks to her co-worker about the new boyfriend she has somehow tricked into dating her. Boarding pass in hand, I trek across the entire airport to "line-up" for customs. The line filled the entire cattle-herding, back-and-forth, you think you're in line for a ride at Disneyworld contraption, out the door of customs, behind every ticketing booth in the airport, around the far wall of the facility and blocked to entrance doors. Needless to say, I "waited", a little longer than even expected as the family of Indian descent in front of me were asked for fingerprints, webcam pictures, retinal scans, urine and stool samples.
Through customs to customs I fly like a pigeon with one wing, where the officer asks me, no joke, if I have any "beaver tails."
I replied, "Not unless I've grown one waiting in the line for customs."
Satisfied with my answer he allowed me to proceed, where I "lined up" to hand in my customs form.
I was then directed to "line-up" in a line as long as the list of people ready to sign up for the World of Warcraft Expansion beta test where I "waited" while my personal items weree duly mishandled in a search for something that nobody on the customs team could find. Secure in the knowledge that I was not a terrorist they let me proceed to the lobby where I "waited" for the aircraft to board.
The rest is history, except for the part where when I checked into the hotel they didn't have any rooms left. They eventually found me a room, though sleeping next to mops and bathroom cleaners isn't what I had in mind.
I'm off to try to trick the powers that be here at TenTonHammer.com why they should keep me on for a little while longer. I've commandeered a mop in case things get ugly. Until the next time, tomorrow if possible,
As always, thanks for visiting TenTonHammer.com,
-- John "Boomjack" Hoskin