How To Get On a Plane Without An ID

No, not ME ID, like proof of identification…which is weird, why do we need that? Pinch me. I exist. I think?

PS: magically I was let on the plane

step 1. look as innocuous/friendly/geeky as possibly

step 2. know your address, your mother’s maiden name, your birthday, and where your dad keeps his boat

there are only two steps

I’m ready to go off the grid

also 2a. chat up the TSA woman and in a vague way hate on chinatown together, which we all know stands in for a subtle racism

bond over that

then head to balducci’s [british airways terminal loc.] and spend $30 on soups, sandwiches and juices

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