Tuesday, August 31, 2004


I'm sitting in the airport with Bill on my way to Rochester. I just got the body cavity search through security. I was carrying a tube of A & D ointment in my pocket (to keep my new tattoo lubed up), and the tube apparently has a metal liner. As I emptied my pockets, my "friend" and coworker Bill yelled from across the airport asking why I carried a tube of KY in my pocket, as the crowd turned and stared. The security guy looked at me, walked it back through to the metal detector, ran it through with a crowd watching and handed it back to me. Kinda akward.