Bag drop seems closed when I walk up to it in Ronald Reagan Airport, with ribbons closing it off. The guy looking at one of the machines turns to look at me as if I’m an idiot. “Han DelDown and undatha ROAP!” he gabbles at me, then helpfully repeats the instruction. Oh, so it isn’t closed at all. He just wants me to put the handle down, and push it under the rope. So I do. I give my passport to the TSA agent. She looks at it. “Gedafota”, she says. After repeating it she points at ...
