A Spider Bit My Frank!!! ***NOT FOR SENSITIVE READERS***
The airport security process (that's probably more of an inconvenience than a deterrent) has driven me to dress like I'm going to a slumber party whenever I fly. I don sweatpants, easily removable shoes (once sports sandals) and my trusty Okayplayer hoodie. The sweatpants are comfortable, but they also do not require a belt. I breeze through security (wallet, keys, etc in carry-on), kick my shoes off and throw them in the bin. I laugh in the face of the security agent that asks if I have anything in my pockets or if I'm wearing a belt. Stupid question. I'm Expat Jon! Miami was still Miami on my recent trip, so I had no use for that hoodie or those sweatpants once we landed. My first order of business was to hang them up in the closet until it was time to head back to the lovely Swedish weather. Sure enough, on the last day, my travel outfit was waiting for me. I took my shorts off and put my sweats on. I was ready to get home...