Tuesday April 25-The adventure begins at the Denver airport.
For some reason I’m TSA-Pre approved but my husband is not. The guy who checks the tickets looked bored. I asked if he was lonely but he said he was fine with not working so hard.
He asked about the significance of the Kokopelli moose pin on my cape, I responded with an explanation of the Kokopelli story.
TSA-Pre is nice. You don’t have to take off shoes or belts. The X-ray people were fairly idle too. I looked back at their screen as my things went through the machine but couldn’t decipher anything from the images. Apparently, fortunately the X-ray folks are trained to identify things. The young man complimented me on Kokopelli moose.
Meanwhile my husband was disrobing to the extent required by the general security line. When he finally came out on the other end he called me to watch his laptop as security was going to go through his carry on case. Going through the bag with his blue nitrile gloves, the TSA guy identified the suspicious item, a shopping bag full of beautifully individually gift wrapped boxes of Colorado’s famous Enstrom’s toffee, purchased for our closest Hungarian relatives. Hubby had to unwrap every one of the packages. I really don’t want to think what they are doing with all the other gifts in our checked luggage.