Yesterday when I arrived in Charlotte, after a very smooth and comfortable flight from Paris, I of course had to go through passport control, baggage claim, baggage re-check, and then security before I could get out into the main part of the airport and then down to the gate for my second flight.
At security, I was putting my watch and wallet, belt and jacket into those white plastic trays that go through the x-ray machine, when I noticed that some people were taking their shoes off and others weren't. I looked at the young attendant and said: "Do I need to take my shoes off too?"
He looked down at my shoes, and then examined me visually all the way up to my head and said: "Well, people over 75 don't have to remove their shoes." That deflated my ego. Seventy-five! I looked at him and told him I felt older than 75 right at that moment, but I didn't qualify. So I went ahead and took my shoes off before they did the full-body scan. I passed.
I'm not set up yet to do photo editing, so I'll work on that this morning as I recover from jet lag and take it easy. Hope you don't feel 75 this morning (unless of course you are 75, but even then...).