Well, here I am again at San Francisco International Airport, the SFO. It's pretty bland out here in the check-in section, but probably because it is just what it is: the check-in section.
I'm grueling over the fact that I might be charged for excess baggage. I mean, I won't mind paying, I just want to go home. I really do.
Everything in the two bags is essential to be brought home. I might not return with them when I'm going back in August, but I really need to get these things home.
It is now 3.58 PM. My flight is at 1.20 AM. The ticket counter is not even open yet.
I'm worried, but I'll blog later.
I just got in! SQ took my baggage and even gave me a little tote bag so I can put some items from my overweight backpack in the tote bag.
Oh, and I had to endure the full-body x-ray. Well, no departure stamp or any immigration issues (it was cancelled in April 2011 - it was a legacy of Bush's era), but I JUST LOST MY FRIGGIN' PRIVACY.
It's like... someone just took a picture of my private parts!
Here's what a full-body x-ray looks like: