So here I am sitting in the airport in D.F. (Mexico City) and I'm eating my favorite peanuts that I can't find in the states and my pants are falling down.
Most of you who do not know me and are reading this will now learn that I love belt buckles. I own like 10 different ones at this point ... well... 9 now. And I change them pretty regularly. When I came to Mexico two weeks ago I forgot to change my belt buckle before I left the house and was stuck with my belt buckle that has a banner saying "Love thy neighbor" with a gun, knife, ad brass knuckles behind it. Usually at Detroit metro airport I have troubles with this belt buckle being in my carry on and one friendly security guard told me if I had to have it to check it or wear it because then people could see it was only a belt buckle and not a gun. Well lucky me I forgot to leave it at home but was wearing it so I had no problem at Detroit security, no problem at Mexican customs, and no problem at Mexican security in this airport. On my way INTO Mexico.
So here I am 2 weeks later and once again I forgot to change my belt buckle (that's what happens when you only get 4 hours of seep at most and you're running late). No problem getting through security in Oaxaca, but I get to Mexico city and they stop me for like 15 minutes. Everyone is freaking out nd running around. One lady takes my passport and starts mumbling into her walkie-talkie. Of course my mind flashes to that Broke-down Palace movie with Claire Danes where she's arrested in Thailand or someplace like that.
After 15 minutes I ask the woman what's going on telling her its just a belt buckle and I don't understand I've never had this much trouble with it before even 2 weeks ago when I was here and came through security there was no problem. She explains that I have to document my belt buckle. Tha it's different this time because I'm leaving the country. So after much confusion and debate I realize its easier for me to just toss it than deal with all this hassle. My duffel bag is checked my pants will be falling down regardless.
So here I sit. No buckle on my belt rendering my belt basically useless. My mp3 players battery is dying quicker than it should be. I'm really tired and I wish I had just stayed in Oaxaca, in Pepe's nice warm bed, I could have showered today (yeah didn't have time), bought the quesillo I promised my brother and forgot to buy yesterday until it was too late. And to top it all off I miss Pepe and all my new friends a lot.
This is why people should never go back to the U.S. it's a pain in the ass... even more so when your pants are falling down.
Most of you who do not know me and are reading this will now learn that I love belt buckles. I own like 10 different ones at this point ... well... 9 now. And I change them pretty regularly. When I came to Mexico two weeks ago I forgot to change my belt buckle before I left the house and was stuck with my belt buckle that has a banner saying "Love thy neighbor" with a gun, knife, ad brass knuckles behind it. Usually at Detroit metro airport I have troubles with this belt buckle being in my carry on and one friendly security guard told me if I had to have it to check it or wear it because then people could see it was only a belt buckle and not a gun. Well lucky me I forgot to leave it at home but was wearing it so I had no problem at Detroit security, no problem at Mexican customs, and no problem at Mexican security in this airport. On my way INTO Mexico.
So here I am 2 weeks later and once again I forgot to change my belt buckle (that's what happens when you only get 4 hours of seep at most and you're running late). No problem getting through security in Oaxaca, but I get to Mexico city and they stop me for like 15 minutes. Everyone is freaking out nd running around. One lady takes my passport and starts mumbling into her walkie-talkie. Of course my mind flashes to that Broke-down Palace movie with Claire Danes where she's arrested in Thailand or someplace like that.
After 15 minutes I ask the woman what's going on telling her its just a belt buckle and I don't understand I've never had this much trouble with it before even 2 weeks ago when I was here and came through security there was no problem. She explains that I have to document my belt buckle. Tha it's different this time because I'm leaving the country. So after much confusion and debate I realize its easier for me to just toss it than deal with all this hassle. My duffel bag is checked my pants will be falling down regardless.
So here I sit. No buckle on my belt rendering my belt basically useless. My mp3 players battery is dying quicker than it should be. I'm really tired and I wish I had just stayed in Oaxaca, in Pepe's nice warm bed, I could have showered today (yeah didn't have time), bought the quesillo I promised my brother and forgot to buy yesterday until it was too late. And to top it all off I miss Pepe and all my new friends a lot.
This is why people should never go back to the U.S. it's a pain in the ass... even more so when your pants are falling down.
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