This is Zorba with lots of free time.
. . . Oh, wait, no it's not, because that version doesn't exist.
Yeah. I've got about a week to move to New York, turns out. This is gonna be *cough* interesting. Entries might be sparse. Or, they might be dense. You'll find out soon.
For no particular reason, here's an entry I wrote in the Raleigh airport.
Show my boarding pass and ID to the security guard, who inspects it briefly and waves me on.
Escalator to the second floor.
Show my boarding pass and ID to another security guard, who also inspects it briefly and waves me on.
Remove shoes and jacket. Place on conveyor, with shoulderbag. Watch the person in front of me walk through with pants so baggy he could be hiding a small arsenal. (No jokes about caliber or blanks, please.)
Collect my stuff again.
Show my boarding pass and ID to yet another security guard, who likewise inspects it briefly and waves me on.
Well, I certainly feel safer now. I mean, it's a well-known fact that those Alkee-Ayda fake IDs can only withstand two cursory examinations - that third brief glance will expose them for sure!