How many times can you be lied to in one day? Depends if you're dealing with government, business or — in this case — both.
The problem began in Mexico. "It should be easy at the airport," I told my wife. "Who's leaving Cancun on a Monday?"
Well, everyone vacationing in Cancun, it seemed, plus 17% of the locals. I've never seen such a hellish crush. I've had nightmares in which I am trying to get to the airport, and something interferes. Luggage that shrinks to the size of a pack of cigarettes and is snatched by an eagle, boarding passes that turn into bananas, that sort of thing. But my subconscious has never come up with something as horrible as the sight that confronted me in Cancun. There was a line.
