wearing the absolute tuffest outfit i can conceive of to the airport because it is a categorical requirement that every stressed-out family of 5 that sees me knows beyond doubt that i am A Cool And Mysterious Guy
rehearsing for when the TSA agent asks me for hardcore punk recommendations
the elite and incorruptible dispassion of we in boarding group F! we will not stand until the last moment — the plane waits for us! we are welcomed aboard by a wide-eyed army of pre-seated sheep, hastily assembled to witness our pomp and promenade to the terminal rows of this 747