JFK was crawling with people. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a longer security line in all my life. Thankfully we all have pre-check since Greg only has Brooks’ birthday messed up at United. And let’s be honest, Brooks probably booked these tickets.

Slight snafu going through pre-check when the facial recognition didn’t pick up Maddie’s face and she was told to step aside.

Second snafu was when Brooks was selected for an additional screening and had to go thru the bigger metal detector only to be selected again for a pat down. I’m not sure who was more irritated….the TSA guy or Brooks.

Maddie finally made her way through and we were off to the roof top deck.

We have about an hour to kill before boarding. There are worse places to be!

Before heading to the gate we needed to decide who was sitting where. I’m not sure why we book seats and then somehow those seats don’t mean anything because it ends up being a negotiation of who is sitting where.

I said “why can’t we just sit where we are ticketed?” Greg said “oh there’s no way Brooks is letting me sit in 1F.”

I assume Brooks can’t listen to Greg’s complaining about the bulkhead but with the lay flat seats I can’t really figure out what’s happening. Whatever. Just tell me where to sit.