SFO. Terminal 1. Gate 36. Waiting for AirTran flight 52 to board. We all look tired already. I dislike flying east; there's no good way to do it. That and I keep wondering if there's someone waiting with me who is going to try and hide their smell. I'm going to end up in Denver or Saint Louis with my luck; they'll bring on the dogs to search for sulfur while we passengers huddle for warmth near the gate area, all under the watch of surly TSA officers.