January 21, 2014 scottcjones 4Comments

Three days before Christmas I showed up at the airport to make my annual 3,000-mile holiday journey back East. Ten a.m. and already the terminal resembled a low-grade soccer riot. I found an available kiosk and did my best to satisfy it. I plugged my passport into the passport slot and answered the requisite questions. (No, kiosk, I do not have any flammable paints, or crossbows, or dry ice in my luggage.) Once the skeptical kiosk was more or less satisfied, it kicked out one of what should have been two boarding passes. Hmm, I thought. I’ll have to get this…