At 6:30am we were actually at the border. Had a strange customs/border patrol agent. I guess strange isn't the right word. Or maybe that's what he's supposed to do but he would ask a question and after answering him he'd ask it again in a rephrased manner. Then he wanted to know why it was just the two of us and since my son has a different last name than me who wanted to know who his father was(???) as if when he said his name the agent would instantly recognize him because why? My son just stared at him and after he asked why we were here I said to celebrate my son's 21st birthday- he just stared at our passports- which of course has our dates of birth and then asks my son how old he was. Okay so I understand the concept of asking the same question in multiple ways to catch someone in a lie but wasn't that odd? Oh well, onward to Seattle.
We arrived in Seattle quickly- about two hours and then went to eat in Chinatown before getting back on the light rail to Sea-Tac. I just wanted to jump in a cab but J kept insisting on taking the rail. He said it was cheaper and the airport wasn't far. All valid points but I was thinking about my back hurting for the first 4 days after we arrived. He actually carried my bags and that might not seem like a big deal to you people with regular kids but my kid is not made for manual labor. I figured if it was important enough for him to carry my bags I might as well go ahead and take the rail.
Thwarted again! Again up for TSA Precheck and of course they didn't have it at the security checkpoint I was at! Damn, damn, damn! I can't win for losing. So far I have been up for Precheck 3 times and all 3 times it wasn't at the checkpoint I was fortunate enough to get. This is ridiculous, either it is up and running throughout the airport or it isn't. That's my take on it. If the TSA has already predetermined me to be a safe flight risk then let me on without being x-rayed. This has been a rant by the blogger. Thank you for reading.
On the plane. Whew that was work. I forgot we had to take a shuttle to the gate. We already had to walk half a mile from the light rail through the terminal to get to the Delta area. Oh well who needs a back. Here's the odd thing about our seats. Only one of us has room to put anything under the seat. The other area has some metal box in the way.
What if we didn't know each other? J said we would have to fight for it like gladiators.
We had a smooth uneventful flight- IMO the best kind. My husband picked us up and we are home. Now to get ready for work tomorrow :-(
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