FOR THE FIRST TIME, in ALL of my travels....

I was not hassled/detained at UK customs.
WHAAAAATTTTT?!
Well, I decided last night in Barcelona that I'd just about had enough of being a "suspicious" person. I seriously have tried every type of clothes, look, etc to get through easily, except for; AMERICAN TOURIST.
So, I threw on jeans, vans, a baggy t-shirt, and two hoodies. Hair behind my ear on one side. No boots, no leggings, not even black and white. Just mismatched no style American tourist.
And guess what? I went through in less than a minute! No kidding! No questions about who I was staying with, where I was going, what I studied in college....KaBLAM!
Hahahaha.
Amazing.
I needed that. Today was a kind of sucky airport day. Inretrospect though, hilarious.
First, I arrived 2 1/2 hours before my flight to line up at the check in desk. All the lines were even. I picked one.
Every other line kept lapping mine, but I didn't want to swap lines with my luck, and have it turn out like an Office Space rush hour traffic deal.
So I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Seriously the better part of an hour.
And, por supuesto, it was "the new guy." He really didn't know how to do anything. Still, I smiled and asked him how his day was going.
Then he went to put the bag tag on my backpack, and put it around the two backpack straps! I said that the spot up towards the top, which is meant for just that, would be better so it wouldn't rip off.
He said it was fine, and that they wouldn't lose my bag. ::foreshadowing::
Besides that, the airpot was filled to the brim with a bunch of British douchers that do not know how to travel, or just don't care to follow airport rules. I mean, is it really a big deal that you can't bring in your water bottle? Don't be sneaky! There were also a bunch of "large" mean ladies that thought they owned the airport. Just because you take up 2/3 of the walking space, doesn't mean you don't have to move once in awhile from the oncoming hoardes of people.
And finally, the WORST CAMEL TOE I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!
Serious rolls. I just about threw up. I mean, how can you think that that's cool? I can see your "feminine" parts and I don't even need an x-ray device! Every crevass!
Hahahahahaa.
Oh, and I got in another line for food with a bunch more doucher Brits, so that took a bit. And the lady didn't want to give me my change.
And, remember what I said about the bag tag? Somehow, amazingly, my backpack came around with all the other bags. SANS TAG, as I predicted. By golly, those guys are good at figuring out where things go!
All in all, what a finnnnnneeee day. Turned out rad!
Off to Oslo in the morning :]