We were rushed leaving the house.
I got the times wrong for my flight to Dallas.
Like I mixed up the AM and the PM.
It was one of those scenes. I didn’t even have time to put socks on. Just get in the car and go.
By the time I got to the airport the security line was nuts.
Seeing that you have to basically strip down in order to get into a terminal these days I started taking my clothes off.
Well OK. My shoes.
Halfway through removing my pimp fly Nike High Top I remembered my Saturday night tweet…
It was too late. My foot was almost out and there was a good 6 or 7 people in front of me waiting to go through the metal detector.
And so began the walk of shame…
I made it all the way to the metal detector before the guy to my right gave me a whistle and a wink.