Southwest Airlines Flight 205

The one-​way flights can be disconcerting. On the flight up, I didn’t think about the drive down, though, so that was helpful. But I was thrown off by Bob Hope Airport’s surly TSA agents. What happened to painless, easy Burbank? The lady was trying very hard to get me not to be patted down, but I still refuse to allow strangers to take photographs of my genitals, and I shouldn’t be the only one doing this refusing. Are you with me, people? If so, stop walking into the cancer box and raising your hands to give the perverts in the next room a better view.
The flight itself was fine. I was this close to being one of two people who didn’t have to sit next to anyone, but some bozo ran onto the plane at the last minute. He was a nice bozo, but a bozo nonetheless.
The captain didn’t talk enough, but the landing was pretty smooth. I really like landing in Oakland. (The physical landing, not the five-​step process of actually getting home.)