Surviving security

The adventure to Boston has begun. I don't fly very much, in fact hardly at all. It's not that I don't like to fly......I hate to fly. I like the concept....getting somewhere fast, saving time yada yada. It's the hangover I get from the intravenous Dramamine that gets me. Ok so maybe intravenous is an exaggeration, but I am sure I exceed the "daily recommended dosage".

I don't even mind the security checks. Actually if I had my way everyone would fly naked with no carry ons. Ok maybe not totally naked but you get the point. A bomb in your underwear hmmmm really? That is not suicide, that is just iiicky. Of course one of the answers to post 9/11 security concerns was to put all liquids in a ziplock bag. Now I know that I am kind of scattered sometimes but I just don't get it. How does a ziplock bag make things safer? Don't get me wrong I love and use a lot of ziplock bags, but I have never felt like they were strong enough to protect me from a terrorist threat or a bomb. Please feel free to enlighten me. Wow I got way off track there.... One word...Dramamine


Today shaun dropped me at the airport, I made my way to security. I put the purse, the phone, the ipad, the sweater, the watch and the bracelet as well as my shoes in the little gray (germy) basket and proceeded in line to the new and improved metal detector. I haven't flown in a while so was quiet impressed that this was a full body scanner. You stood on two yellow feet prints, obviously made for someone with longer legs than mine, held your arms above your head and viola it scanned you. WELL I made the mistake of wearing a blouse that has a large silver decorative ring sewn INTO the front of it. Hello?? What was I thinking? Carl the security guy, (yes we are on a first name basis now) took one look and said "well let's try it". I stepped in and the bells went off. After stepping to the side to be "wanded" it was in fact determined that yes they thought it was my shirt. At that very moment I had this overwhelming fear of being escorted into "the back" and strip searched by the very big very mean looking woman in the uniform next to me, we will call her Helga. I took one look at Carl and said "I will just take it off". His response "excuse me?". I explained to him I had a camisole underneath. Now before you panic, my shirt was cut a little low so I decided to wear something underneath, it is really more like a t-shirt with straps. SO Carl said he thought that was ok as long as I was ok with it and it didn't really matter because by then I about had it pulled over my head.

At that point, I held my chin up, straddled the two little yellow feet prints, sucked in the fat rolls, put my arms above my head and Carl pressed the scan button. BRAVO! I passed, redressed and moved on. (I swear I could hear proper women everywhere gasping) Boston here I come, are you sure you are ready?

I'm sure you have noticed that I have not included a picture in this blog post ....you are welcome! Ha!
I am writing this on the plane under the influence of Dramamine, sorry mom. I am especially thankful that I could give everyone in the security area a story to tell about their trip.
I am looking forward to getting Carl's Christmas card.

Love and miss all of you
More Boston memories to come
Jeanne


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