Thursday 11/11. It was time for my annual trip to visit my mom and brother. I was there from Thursday morning through Sunday (those were the days that were easiest for my brother to do airport trips) and then winged my way over to a mini Vegas tour. I was originally going to head home on Wednesday but flights were actually cheaper on Thursday. Damn, damn, damn. Looks like I was stuck with an extra day in Vegas. The horror, the horror.... This trip started out surprisingly easy with none of the near-disastrophes that marked previous airport encounters. Both headlights worked so no Winky-mobile (Well, it had gone out not long before but I got it fixed this time so it doesn't count against me). There were no frantic return trips to fetch forgotten things, no flights delayed into seeming infinity. I had learned to take the earliest flight out of Rinky Dink which greatly increased the odds of actually having it leave on time. Call me paranoid but my experiences with the Gods of Irony (Travel Division) have made me leery of things going right. Surely they were saving back a real doozy to blindside me with. Cautiously, I looked around the waiting room to make sure Patsy Cline or Buddy Holly weren't on the passenger list. So far, so good. The only "off" thing was two weird guys in the checkout line ahead of me. One of them was buying apparently a last minute ticket. All I know was that it cost $1100 which he insisted on paying (and very slowly) in cash, despite the counter guy almost begging him to use a credit or debit card. I'm guessing this guy got pulled over for some "special attention" at Security. The other guy was checking in two amazingly HUGE suitcases. Seriously, they were just short of being steamer trunks. I bet either one of them weighed more than the clerk checking them in and, while she was nothing to make you think the circus was in town, she was not a wee girl. It did make me feel better about my own tendency to overpack though. I was all ready to settle in and wait after I got checked in but they immediately called for us to line up for the security check. It's just possible that I may have to stop calling this Fresh Hell Airport.