Yesterday (Friday 8/11) I was scheduled for a noon flight from Seattle back from San Jose. Mindful of liquid security risks, I first of all threw away all the moistizurers, lotions, conditioners, exfoliants, depilatory creams, oxidizing potions, anti-wrinkle solutions, whitening pastes, and sculpting gels that make up my 2-hour beautification regime each morning. (Just kidding. But my toothpaste did have to go, because I only had one bag and was not about to subject my Powerbook to checked luggage.)
Then I left the hotel at about 9am (for a noon flight), got there in 25 minutes, got my boarding pass, and waited in the security line for … about five minutes, getting me to the gate about 9:45. Aside from one TSA person shouting loudly and completely unintelligibly about what could and could not be taken on board, it seemed to be business as usual.
Good thing I like to read. In fact, getting to the airport early never seems like that much of a bummer to me – get some coffee, find a seat, tune out the world, and read a book. What’s so bad about that?