16 february 2017
I had my bag taken aside and searched at the airport today, and it was because of how intensely stuffed it was with Netrunner cards. She removed both binders, and asked what game it was and that it must be fun. Then I told her my bag has a somewhat secret pocket that container 2 more cubes filled with cards and that might be causing the problem. She looked through them, then handed the bag back to me and said, "Hey! Good look at your tournament! I hope your decks win." I thanked her and said that I hope so too.
But I was not going to a tournament. I was headed out of town on a business trip. I just really don't know how to pack.
Met up with my coworker at the Radisson, and we checked in at the same time, from two different desk clerks. My guy looked at my ID and said with a smile, "Seems to be you, but your hair's longer. I'll let it fly." then handed me my solitary room key.
I hear the desk clerk ask my coworker for his ID, then asked if he wanted one key or two.
Why was I not asked? Why do I look like I would be lodging alone? I mean...he's right, but I feel I should be offended by that judgement call.
Now I am pantsless in a hotel room eating apple sauce with no spoon, tilting the plastic cup into my mouth like a child king. If only that clerk could see me now. Bet he'd treat me differently.