Travelers’ advisory: Don’t let this happen to you.

I should be home by now, but instead I am writing this in O’Hare Terminal B. Why? Here was the dialogue as I prepared to board at SeaTac this morning:

United agent: “Where’s the TSA stamp on your boarding pass?”

Me: “Stamp?”

United agent: “Yep. They have to rubberstamp them now, and they’ve missed you.”

Oh for god’s sake.

I had to hop back on the shuttle train and head back to the main terminal where a dour TSA guy patted me down and, right about the time the door to my plane was closing, stamped my now useless boarding pass.

It made me feel ever so much safer.