So, once again I'm off into the wild blue yonder on another work related adventure...this time to sunny Florida for a week. This is nothing new to me, of course...this is my third trip to Florida this year (with more to come) but it's new to my Reos.
I've traveled with my vaping gear before and haven't had any issues but I have had some interesting comments from the TSA folks;
"Dude...that's a lot of metal"
"May I ask...what the heck is this stuff?"
and
"I need to show this to my supervisor"
I was hoping to put on another little dog and pony show again only this time with my Reos. I threw all three Reos, batteries, charger, wire, my dedicated dripper tube, and ohm and voltage meters in the old carry on. I was positive I was going to score a Q&A session.
After I'd passed through the sterilizer (I'm convinced that's what it's for...either that or mind control) I settle down next to the conveyor belt and wait for my gear and the inevitable questions. And waited...and waited...and waited. I was starting to get nervous...I casually glanced at our faithful TSA employees looking for signs of distress or alarm but they were all busy acting casual. "Good actors," I thought..."Must be waiting for the supervisor to clear me."
So I waited some more...and waited...and waited. Finally one of the TSA agents asked me if I was waiting for something and I admitted I was waiting for my luggage. So this dedicated lass bellows at the top of her lungs and over my head (not hard to do), "HEY, RODNEY! THIS GUY'S WAITING FOR HIS STUFF!" at which point our dedicated x-ray machine watcherer gives me a sheepish look, meekly apologizes, and presses the magic button which delivers my goods to me a short time later.
Threw on my shoes, grabbed my bag, and headed to the gate. Not one nibble. Dang.
Now I'm sitting here at the hotel vaping some absinthe on ol' Roxy, reading Game of Thrones on my Nook and hoping my return trip will be a little more eventful.

I've traveled with my vaping gear before and haven't had any issues but I have had some interesting comments from the TSA folks;
"Dude...that's a lot of metal"
"May I ask...what the heck is this stuff?"
and
"I need to show this to my supervisor"
I was hoping to put on another little dog and pony show again only this time with my Reos. I threw all three Reos, batteries, charger, wire, my dedicated dripper tube, and ohm and voltage meters in the old carry on. I was positive I was going to score a Q&A session.
After I'd passed through the sterilizer (I'm convinced that's what it's for...either that or mind control) I settle down next to the conveyor belt and wait for my gear and the inevitable questions. And waited...and waited...and waited. I was starting to get nervous...I casually glanced at our faithful TSA employees looking for signs of distress or alarm but they were all busy acting casual. "Good actors," I thought..."Must be waiting for the supervisor to clear me."
So I waited some more...and waited...and waited. Finally one of the TSA agents asked me if I was waiting for something and I admitted I was waiting for my luggage. So this dedicated lass bellows at the top of her lungs and over my head (not hard to do), "HEY, RODNEY! THIS GUY'S WAITING FOR HIS STUFF!" at which point our dedicated x-ray machine watcherer gives me a sheepish look, meekly apologizes, and presses the magic button which delivers my goods to me a short time later.
Threw on my shoes, grabbed my bag, and headed to the gate. Not one nibble. Dang.
Now I'm sitting here at the hotel vaping some absinthe on ol' Roxy, reading Game of Thrones on my Nook and hoping my return trip will be a little more eventful.


