I recently did something I haven’t done since I was four. I flew in an airplane. As opposed to the other ways of flying. Things have changed a bit since I last flew back in 1976. Just a little.

On my way through the inspection part, I got pulled out of line and patted down in public (awkward). They also searched my luggage and took my shampoo. Really?

What was I going to do? Break into the cockpit and wash the flight crew’s hair? Or if I were especially nefarious, I might rinse and repeat. I am such a suspicious looking character, after all. You never know what I might do at any moment, like take a nap or break into 80’s song. You just never know.

I did get to see a sunset from 23,000 feet. That just about made up for the loss of shampoo. Words fail to describe how gloriously beautiful it was.

Next time I fly, I am taking a smaller bottle of shampoo. Maybe like the microscopic sample they gave me at the hotel. Definely not the $15 bottle of Biolage that I use for Screech-prevention, to keep my hair from looking like Screech’s from Saved by the Bell.

And by the way, as the picture above attests, I think my cat didn’t miss me too terribly much. She was too busy napping to notice I was gone.

Oh, did I mention my luggage got searched again on the way back home? I am just so very lucky.