I was sleeping in CA yesterday morning when my wife called from Chicago to see if i had the news on. I had a flight in four hours out of San Fran...blasted to the airport. While in the security line, the TSA kept saying "no liquids, creams, pastes of any kind", over and over. Guy in front of me asked, "What about orange juice?" Amazing. People were relatively patient, and security didn't take too long. There were big orange plastic containers where people could throw their stuff out--they were filled with unopened sodas, waters, perfume--everything you can imagine. I fly weekly and having to check my bag every time is not sounding fun to me. Gotta buy me a plane, I guess.
