Home again, home again!

After a long day of flying, I finally made it back to town about 9pm last night, and home by 10pm. Fortunately, all the flights were on time. That always makes it easier!

I got the wand treatment when going through security at Winnipeg, plus had my laptop checked for chemical residue. Maybe they think frumpy grandmother types are now making explosives in their basement? If that wasn’t enough, my luggage also got a sniff-over by a dog – quite a nice looking black lab. I don’t know if they were looking for drugs or more explosives or what, but the only thing the dog sniffed out was some leftover chicken salad.

It's good to be safely home, but after this latest trip, I’ve come to the following conclusion: I believe it's a point of honor with airlines that whatever gate you come in on, your next departure will be at a gate as far away as possible. Even in Memphis, which isn’t the biggest airport going, I ended up going from the end of one concourse, around the bend and to the opposite end of a different concourse. I seem to do a lot of walking in airports.

Kind of ironic that flying is such good exercise.