I just almost got the Reagan Airport evacuated. I left my bag on the ground and walked away for 30 minutes while I was chatting on the phone about the complexities of learning Basque. When I came back for it, there was a police cordon and dogs sniffing for explosives. In my defense, I got up at 2 am to make this flight and had spent the last two days leaving the house to go to the airport only to have my flight cancelled the total of 6 times. This kind of thing screws with my brain something major.