My trip to Washington yesterday was interesting and fruitful. You’ll understand if I don’t talk about it at this point.
But I will talk about how much I hate traveling. It’s not the going other places and meeting new people thing I don’t like. It’s the going to the airport and dealing with security and airlines and all the rest that’s such a pain. Getting up very early because you have to be there so far in advance of your flight, worrying about traffic, dealing with the indignities and uncertainties of being searched, brusque security guards giving you disapproving looks because you don’t instinctively know what exactly you’re supposed to do, sitting around forever in the gate area waiting for your flight to board, listening to the intimate conversations of complete strangers on their cell phones, sitting cramped against a stranger for the length of the flight, waiting forever for the people at the front of the plane to gather their belongings and get off. And then you multiply that by two when you’re taking two flights in one day.
On the bright side I was able to come home and see my wife and daughter and sleep in my own bed and be reminded why I do all this.
So, what did I miss?