Well, well, well, amazing but true, Andrew and I both managed to get TEN DAYS of packing into two 9″ X 14″ X 22″ suitcases. That is a small amount of space! We even smashed in a few baby gifts.
When we went through the x-ray process, Andrew, of course, sailed through while I was stopped and questioned, “Do you have a sharp object??” “uhh, no,” And I’m thinking, “Good heavens, I reduced my toiletries to a quart size Ziploc bag with no item over three ounces and you think I’d take the bother to try and smuggle a sharp object like a nail file on board!?”
“Well, we need to paw through your stuff and leave it a total mess to find that sharp object that we know all 5’3″ old white women are packing on planes these days.”
So the lady takes my bag all jumbled and my bra hanging out, back to the scanner and hurrah, hats go up all over the kingdom as she corageously pulls out…. my hairbrush.
“The handle is sharp,” she accuses.
The handle is gel-filled and rounded at the tip.
Like usual, Andrew, all 220 pounds, 6’6″ scary bit of him is waiting for me beyond the checkpoint having sailed through once again while I tuck my underwear back into my suitcase and zip it back up to head to the plane.
This incident was surely at the Pasco airport. No other airport security I’ve been through has surpassed the idiocy I’ve seen and experienced there.
oh the joys of flying….hang on tight to that sharp handled hairbrush – you might need it – to defend yourself from airport security.
You got it, Von!
Yep, Pasco is the only place my luggage has been opened up for inspection.
The absurdity of it all is amusing- unless of course your the one experiencing it. I’m sure it’s the red hair that puts them on guard. Maybe they’ve heard that red heads are fiery ;)