The Things They Carried

1 Jan

Apparently, they were training the security man in the Albuquerque Sunport.  He was learning to look through that X-ray machine that scans baggage and identifies the objects inside- in case any of them are harmful or the instruments of terrorists.  Naturally, my bag was scrutinized for quite a few minutes while I stood, shoeless, beltless and without jewelry (a nightmare,) waiting and hoping that I hadn’t accidentally thrown a machete or hand grenade into my bag.  Well that, or a can of hairspray- I definitely packed a can of hairspray and a bottle of wine once and let me just say, I have never been crankier about being robbed by PDX security than that day- nor have I ever traveled with worse hair.  So as he finished up examining my suitcase and I finally got my boots and belt and jewelry (phew), and gathered my scattering of objects, I overheard the supervisor pat the security trainee on the back and say, “Nice job.  That was an odd bag.”

Jerk. Wait til my purse comes through- then you’ll really get some training.

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3 Responses to “The Things They Carried”

  1. Hambone May 31, 2011 at 9:55 pm #

    Hambone like.

  2. mikey c May 11, 2011 at 4:16 pm #

    you are a witty writer, miss lindsay g.

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