I think I’ll be able to hear Mandy’s cheer from here as she reads the title of this post.

Okay, so I’m flying back from the Cayman’s yesterday. After you get into the airport on Grand Cayman, you’re naturally hit by the Duty Free shops. Cheap Liquor, basically. I spend the time to buy a bottle of Single Barrel Jack Daniel’s for my dad.

Flight from Cayman to Atlanta: No problem.

In the Atlanta airport, you have to go through customs, pick up your checked baggage, move it to a different conveyor belt across the way, and get on with your life. Simple. Straightforward. Except that there are security guards basically yelling that liquids are not allowed in carryon’s. So I’ve got this bottle of Jack that I transfer from my carryon into the checked baggage before I toss it onto the conveyor. Easy. Simple. And it’s exactly what these fuckers were screaming at me to do. So I get to Memphis. Grab my bags, go home. Open my bags.

No bottle.

No Homeland Security stickers. No marks on the bags. No nothing. The bottle is just gone.

If I had paid a great amount for it, I’d be real fucking pissed. As it is, having got it Duty Free and at about 1/3rd of normal price, I’m only mildly pissed.

So that’s it for me. No more fucking air travel. I’m fucking done with airlines. Unless I have a sudden need to cross a sea or something, I’m driving it. Period.

Fuck Delta. Fuck Homeland Security. Fuck the airlines. Let ‘em go fucking bankrupt, I no longer have the slightest amount of sympathy for the fuckers. I am fucking done with ‘em.

Cheer on, Mandy. Cheer on.