Ever have one of those moments when you’re about to playfully hashtag something ridiculous and then you realize that other person is in a TSA-controlled zone right now and there’s a non-zero chance you could land his ass in —- lets face, it, hashtag beer bomb is not “viral A material”, but there are REALITIES here, the TSA is omnipresent, and annoying but not malevolent — medium trouble. Or at least minor trouble. Acute annoyance, at least.
That’s 2013 America in a nutshell. Worried that a shitty joke made on Twitter could land a very nice man who only met me once in a distant airport office getting some middle-managing up-jumped civil servant balls rubbed directly on his liberty.
Oh and I went camping, It was real nice.