Twiddling my Thumbs at the Airport
I am sat at the airport waiting for a flight in 2 hours. I got here super early because I'm a worry-monger.
This airport will get two of those full body scanners soon but thankfully today my bare bum didn't get looked at. Maybe I can lose a few pounds before my next flight then it won't be as embarrassing. I have no problem with the scanners and can't fathom why the news anchor last night was talking about the loss of human rights and people's dignity. If the alternative is that you have to sit next to a loon that tries to blow his underpants up then I'm all for it.
I do wish I didn't get so nervous going through the check-point though. I get that feeling that I get when there's a police car driving behind me - that I've done something wrong and will be imprisoned. The security man asked for my driving license and I gulped and tried not to look like I was up to no good. I actually thought "I hope he doesn't ask me something because I have an English accent and maybe the underpants bomber did too". This unfounded guilt is ridiculous! I am an upstanding member of the community I'll have you know!
Right then, where's the Starbucks ..