Anyway, when we went back through passport control there was a guy, presumably a security guard, who kept singing the same song: “Please get your passports and boarding passes out.” I jokingly suggested that they could make a recording of this to save his voice. I think that he took this a bit too personally, he looked hurt. So I quietly asked one of the two girls who was checking our documents if she got tired of listening to this all day long. She smiled.

In addition to all of the above, we also had to have our ziploc bag of liquids and gels inspected at a table at the beginning of the line, and had to keep the bag visible as we slowly made our way through the line. Moreover, we had to put it in a tray along with, but not inside of, our carry-ons. So, we had to take extra time to repack our carry-on bags as well as put on our shoes.

A few days after our return, we both noticed that our feet itched. We didn’t have athlete’s foot when we left home, and certainly wouldn’t have contracted it from my sister’s obsessively clean house, so we assume it’s from having our shoes off on the airport floor. Yuck.