So this morning at airport security, a gentlemen who had to buy ar-15 pistol was quite obviously not flown (or seen TV or movies, or a stand-up routine) in 12 years was behind us in line.
His first trip through the scanner, he beeped. He comically displayed his exasperation, and then took off his belt (a step that had already been considered by people who were still finding a place to park), and made a second attempt.
Beep.
More gesticulation and sighing, and a trip to the glass case of emotion, and a meeting with the metal-detecting-wand dealie.
Beep.
“Do you have something in your pocket, sir?”
“Well, just my cellphone. Siiiiggggghhheeeeyyyeroll.”
To the complete surprise of no one at all, he and his belongings were lead off to the side for a more in-depth discussion, while he continued to act like a sitcom character.
Don’t be this person.
In other news, we’re all ready and raring to go, and and can’t wait to kick it with our boys 311 and the fine folks on the 311 Cruise. We’re going to be posting pics and video from the shows this weekend, so keep your eyes trained on TheUrge.net.
In the meantime, we’re heading out to catch some St. Louis Blues action and libations. Go Blues and PTMFUS!