Ugh, travel.
- Five level parking garage; first four levels full, so I have to part on the fifth, open, deck. Upshot? THREE chances for snow before I come home. I will be in that fucking parking lot at midnight shoveling out my car, I can see it now.
- TSA Precheck line is longer than regular security. Woman going through with wrapped food; they have to unwrap and look at each one. Guy in front of me - I swear to you this is true - asks - IN THE EXPEDITED LINE - "Do I have to take off my belt"? Kicker: he's wearing sweatpants with an elastic waistband. I want to scream.
- Work credit card declined buying coffee (not my fault!)
- Flight delayed for an hour due to ground stop.
I want to go home and go to bed. Or drink.