A little rainstorm called "Charlie" recently hit Florida. Because I forgot my slicker and my booties in Portland, I decided to get out of Miami on Thursday night, rather than waiting for the thing to hit on Friday.
The flight itself was a little hairy - turbulence the entire time, and lightning from Florida to Las Vegas. To keep my mind off of the electrical storm going on outside the window, I decided to put this comic together at about one in the morning.
All things considered, though, the flight wasn't the worst part of the trip. The worst part, by a longshot, was getting hassled by airport security in Miami. I sometimes think that we've gotten a little paranoid in this country, and by "sometimes" I mean "always," and by "a little paranoid" I mean "Shades of McCarthyism and Salem Witch Trials."
This comic is entirely autobiographical. Everything about it is true except for the people, events, and dialogue...