The little man

We flew out of Midland, TX on our trip home. It seems like all the small airports are real pains in the you know what to fly out of. This one wasn't bad, except for I'm almost positive the security guy was convinced I was carrying a bomb on my belly instead of a baby. All he could do was stare at my stomach like he was Clark Kent or something and made me go through security twice and lose my cardigan. Abilene, TX, for instance, is the absolute worst one I can think of. If I could get around it, I'd avoid flying out of there all together. First of all, the airport is about as wide as my apartment and as soon as you're in the terminal, better not get a candy or water craving because there's nothing there but a few seats and two bathrooms. They tell you to get there no later than an hour before your flight, which I could see the logic in that request if it were DFW or somewhere like that, but in their case, it's ridiculous. Once you're there, the big-haired blonde at the front desk gives you attitude. I could go on, but I won't bore you. You get it. Try your best not to fly out of them, if you can at all avoid it.