I don't travel by air very often but this year I've flown on two separate trips, taking only my purse and a small carry-on suitcase. Even stranger is the fact that both trips were by myself; conflicts with busy periods at work meant my husband couldn't get time off approved.
This past spring, there was no problem. My things went right through the security checkpoints without a hitch.
This past weekend I was flying home. It's 5:30am, I've just gone through the security checkpoint and I'm waiting for my purse and carry-on to come through the scanner when I hear a male voice say, "check this out." I assume, quite rightly, that it's my suitcase in the scanner. *sigh*
A female TSA agent brings my suitcase to a nearby table and begins to dig through its contents. She eventually pulls out a red velvet drawstring bag that had been nestled safely in the midst of my belongings and tells me that everything must go through the scanner again, the red bag separately.
She brings everything back to the table but keeps the red bag in her hands. The drawstring wasn't tied so it's now loosened to the point that the top is completely open. She slides the item out about 1.5" and asks, "What is this for?" Looking her in the eyes, I immediately and calmly reply, "what do you think?"
"Oh!"
If you knew me, you'd be shocked that I wasn't red-faced with embarrassment! Instead, my only thought was, "Thank goodness I didn't bring my (orange) G4 Big Boss!" (or, as my husband calls it, my "clown dick").
The personel must be new hires because I just know my trusty, pretty pink glass bent graduate had to be one of the tamest toys they've run across! Now I'm wondering if they would've noticed my white WeVibe Salsa tucked into a side pocket of my purse - if I hadn't taken it out to use it the day before and forgotten to put it back...
This past spring, there was no problem. My things went right through the security checkpoints without a hitch.
This past weekend I was flying home. It's 5:30am, I've just gone through the security checkpoint and I'm waiting for my purse and carry-on to come through the scanner when I hear a male voice say, "check this out." I assume, quite rightly, that it's my suitcase in the scanner. *sigh*
A female TSA agent brings my suitcase to a nearby table and begins to dig through its contents. She eventually pulls out a red velvet drawstring bag that had been nestled safely in the midst of my belongings and tells me that everything must go through the scanner again, the red bag separately.
She brings everything back to the table but keeps the red bag in her hands. The drawstring wasn't tied so it's now loosened to the point that the top is completely open. She slides the item out about 1.5" and asks, "What is this for?" Looking her in the eyes, I immediately and calmly reply, "what do you think?"
"Oh!"
If you knew me, you'd be shocked that I wasn't red-faced with embarrassment! Instead, my only thought was, "Thank goodness I didn't bring my (orange) G4 Big Boss!" (or, as my husband calls it, my "clown dick").
The personel must be new hires because I just know my trusty, pretty pink glass bent graduate had to be one of the tamest toys they've run across! Now I'm wondering if they would've noticed my white WeVibe Salsa tucked into a side pocket of my purse - if I hadn't taken it out to use it the day before and forgotten to put it back...
