If you are leaving for Thanksgiving tonight from National Airport, do not fret about security lines. There are none.
Betrothed Butterbean and I waltzed right up to the TSA security theatre, who prompty yanked my love out of line for an expired license.
After a tearfull repose we arrived at the gate just it time to find our flight two hours delayed.
At least I have a drink and am wearing the right shirt.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
