This guy looks like a Terrorist! (Denver part 2)

Thats what the Denver police and security officals thought when they saw my mug in line at the airport security checkpoint. I was waiting in line next people i work with all 40-50 yr olds or so one by one we go through the line but then all of a sudden i hear you come here, i ignored it and kept walking thinking they were not talking to me but boy was i ever wrong. So the Denver Cop and some old ass security gaurd named Cleet of all things pull me to the side and take me to a lil room to the side. Im like shit what did i do? They take me into this room make me take off my hat, shoes, socks, empty pockets, take belt off and they also made me open my brand new laptop out of the box and open all the shit that comes with it. They sent all that shit through the computer deal and made me go into this phonebooth type room. This thing blew air all over me for some reason then i had to wait for the green light to go on so i could get out. After i got out they wanded me and let me put my shit on and go on my way. What a time. Everyone said what did you do? I said i guess they thought i had a bomb. Good thing nobody high up heard the bomb comment or id probably had a hand up my ass.

Next up me and another lady that had the same flight decided to get some eats because we both had 25 dollars left to eat on the companys dime. We went to Wolfgang pucks where i spent 23 dollars on a bbq chicken pizza, a chicken ceaser salad and a pepsi. I then stared obviously and creepy at one of the hottest women i have ever seen with some amazing fake breasts. She looked like Tera Patrick. After a good hour she left and i decided it was time for us to go sit by our gate. We sat there for an hour and low and behold they switched our gate with 10 minuites left before we board. We had to do a mad dash to make it on time.

The plane ride home was shitty bumpy and my ears popped like a mother fucker. I finally reatched Omaha airport at a little before 7. I waited for my luggage took a piss then had to wait for my damn airport shuttle. That came i got to my car paid my parking shit and was on my way when i hit a detour and had to drive all the way around the airport. I finally reached home about 10 that night a 15 hr day. Man that sucked. Ill post the first part of the stories tomorrow or something so be on the look out it will be about travel, denver, the greatest candy bar of all time, and Casa Bonita