I'm on my way to Mobile and Pensacola to visually review vacant residential units in several apartment complexes for damaged asbestos-containing materials and mold. The work is a little south of my pay grade but we're lacking in available qualified staff and I'm happy to win a trip to the Gulf Coast.
I'm flying from Seattle to Pensacola, with a stop in Dallas-Fort Worth. The real trip starts with running the TSA gauntlet. This morning we're greeted by a carnival barker TSA agent with his pitch about removing all liquids and gels from your bags. Geez, he's annoying. I never remove my liquids and gels from my bag, at least I don't in Seattle. But I'm tempted to this time. He's loud but not that compelling. Like the majority of TSA agents, he's packing some extra pounds and he's having a bad hair day, everyday. I didn't take out my liquids and gels one time in Salt Lake City and they looked in my bag and found them. The TSA agent scolded me. It was rough. Well, they didn't find my liquids and gels this time. So there Mr. Loud Mouth TSA agent.