Gee Your Bomb Smells Terrific

Yesterday, when the news broke about the new terror threat, Mrs. Spacetropic was busy packing our luggage for travel. When they announced that shampoo, gel, contact lens solution and such were now on the list of verboten carry-on items, she began removing them from our bags.

"We'll have to hit a Target when we land," she announced.

Me: "You might not want to put it that way when we get to the airport."

So now we're at Columbus International Airport, and possibly the only person at the facility who isn't nervously scrambling to comply with the new TSA rules is the girl in the Bath and Body Works store, who wasn't moving a lot of product. The security procedures were time-consuming and invasive, but not much more so than they were previously, and we drew the friendly old duff, who systematically dismantled the carry-on luggage of my 11-year-old daughter.

The plane boards in the next few minutes, and we're off on our vacation, undisrupted by terrorism. We dodged a bullet yesterday, and it may be a while before we process the implications.