Parting gift...

As I was leaving Portland, I was kindly told with a very warm Portland smile, that I had been chosen to undergo the secondary screening process. Of course I was. Now I don't think this is anything particularly racist at all. But considering that Portland isn't the most diverse place I have been in my life, I just found this all too cute. I don't even have a problem with the screening. I just know that I have meticulously packed my bag for an efficient return as I am going to Costa Rica the next day. (I am on a red-eye flight from PDX.)

I would also like to add that I am also coming off a crazy trip to the Nike Employee store where i have accumulated plenty of workout gear and 2 new pairs of shoes, one for workout and one for a little off roading. I have shit stuffed I tell you. Brilliantly.

The screener kindly takes me to Stage 2. He unzips my back and shit pops out like a Jack-in-the-Box.



I laugh inside. He takes his "device" and swabs my stuff, depositing the swab in the "swab collection bin". He repeats this, very slowly, with damn near everything in my bag.

I, already feeling quite rebellious, snap off a few shots with my camera, something I KNOW you you are not supposed to do. But I felt like breaking a minor law would would give me some slight redemption for this screener ruining my stellar pack job...It wasn't until I gave it a glance, that I noticed how well packed my toilletries were nestled into that tiny ass 1 quart bag..Enjoy these illegal snapshots.





-Rodney