Thoughts on Cranberries

I haunt the great halls of Sea-Tac airport. It is eerie here at 4:00 in the morning. I gave the check-in clerk my passport. She scrutinized it carefully for a good 6 seconds. I eyed her very carefully as she did this, trying to savour the moment. What was she looking for? What was going on in her mind as she scanned it? Surely she did not realize the importance of this moment, how crucial this document was to my goal. I promised a picture, here it is: