L U N A T A L K with Eva Moon

Do you know the way outta San Jose

July 17, 2007 on 5:32 pm | In General Musing |

If Lunatalk has seemed less talky the past few days it’s because I’ve been out of town - visiting rels in CA.

This time I chose to fly through San Jose for the first (and last) time. Perhaps it’s uncharitable to judge. The bones of a brand new airport are beginning to rise and much of the blame lies squarely in the humorless lap of the TSA. Blah blah blah. Waiting for a flight at SJC has a major bug that is thankfully absent at other airports I’ve traversed recently and I reserve the right to bitch and moan: that is the ban on liquid in consumable quantities combined with the total absence of such liquids on the far side of the security Rubicon.

The desolate landscape beyond the scanners is a waterless, vinyl wasteland with no oasis in sight. But no worry: our flight would be boarding soon. Right? Wrong. Departure was delayed by the mysterious whims of flight pixies and there we were, marooned and beverageless. Had we wanted to chance leaving and returning for a second pass through the TSA gauntlet it still would have availed us not, since the only source of refreshment was a single, closed snackbar. So we languisheed, parched, through an interminable delay, then enisled on the tarmac, could only gaze feverishly at the glacial creep of the beverage cart down the aisle after takeoff.

Hrmmph.

But I stuck it to the man. I have the satisfaction of having waltzed a FIVE OUNCE bottle of hand lotion past the humorless noses of security. If only it had been gin.

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