I'm off today for the big city. After much discussion, my friends finally convinced me to fly rather than drive the 18 hours it would take. Given the weather lately, I'm glad I succumbed to their charms.
But here's another issue. I used to love flying. Mostly the takeoff and landing part, but the security and sardine quality of being packed in never really bothered me. What is bothering me now is the restrictions on liquids for the carry-on. I'm going to be gone for two days, and I don't want to check anything. (The last thing I need is to spend all this time and money and have my suit sent to Albuquerque when that's nowhere near my interview.) But for this trip, I have to buy new containers or toiletries that fit within the 3-oz. limit. In Scott Adams's case, the security people didn't even allow him to bring on three ounces of liquid just because they happened to be in 4-oz. containers.
So, here I am, wasting my time and money to fix this. It's worth it for the job, of course, but it's still very inconvenient.
