Airport Security
Every once in a while, I read a cartoon that just has me ROFLMAO. Today's Closer to Home had me doing just that. Mostly, though, it was because it reminded me of the last time I travelled and had to go through airport security.
First I have to explain something: whenever I travel for any length of time, I have to take my cat Moose with me. He has Chronic Renal Failure and requires daily sub-q fluid injections. It would cost too much to hire a cat sitter to do this so I found it's just easier to take him with me. Also, I refuse to put him in the cargo hold so I bought a nice Sherpa cat carrier that will fit under the seat in front of me. Not the most comfortable way for a Maine Coon to travel but it has to be better than the cargo hold of a plane. Because I travel this way, it makes things rather interesting to go through security. Besides taking off my shoes and all of my jewelry, I need to take Moose out of the cat carrier before it goes through the x-ray machine. Thus, I have to carry him through the metal detector with me, which means also removing all his collars and tags as well. Mind you, this always takes forever and really annoys all the people behind me, but I don't care about that.
The last time I went down to Florida to visit my parents, I went through this same routine. Of course, we set off the metal detector. Bah. I was told to move over to the side so that a female security agent can swipe me with the wand to make sure I'm not carrying any weapons. Well, the woman who was supposed to "frisk" me was so scared of Moose. Yes, he is a Maine Coon so he is rather large but he's the biggest mush you'd ever meet. She started freaking out and yelled for another agent. The poor guy then had to take Moose from me and "frisk" Moose, which alone was just hysterical. I mean, come on....yes, my cat has a whole cache load of weapons on him including metal claws to rake someone's eyes out. LOL Be reasonable.
Anyways, it was my turn to get "frisked" and lo and behold, it was me not Moose who set off the detector. The hysterical part is that it was my BRA that set it off! Now anybody who knows me knows I'm well-endowed so the "boob slings" (as my husband affectionately calls them) I wear are large with lots of hooks. I guess the metal detectors these days are just so sensitive that they pick up the metal in my bra. Luckily I was in a good mood about all of this (just seeing the female agent freak at the sight of Moose was worth it) and was able to laugh at it. However, I doubt I'll go as far as the guy in the cartoon to make it easier the next time I travel.
First I have to explain something: whenever I travel for any length of time, I have to take my cat Moose with me. He has Chronic Renal Failure and requires daily sub-q fluid injections. It would cost too much to hire a cat sitter to do this so I found it's just easier to take him with me. Also, I refuse to put him in the cargo hold so I bought a nice Sherpa cat carrier that will fit under the seat in front of me. Not the most comfortable way for a Maine Coon to travel but it has to be better than the cargo hold of a plane. Because I travel this way, it makes things rather interesting to go through security. Besides taking off my shoes and all of my jewelry, I need to take Moose out of the cat carrier before it goes through the x-ray machine. Thus, I have to carry him through the metal detector with me, which means also removing all his collars and tags as well. Mind you, this always takes forever and really annoys all the people behind me, but I don't care about that.
The last time I went down to Florida to visit my parents, I went through this same routine. Of course, we set off the metal detector. Bah. I was told to move over to the side so that a female security agent can swipe me with the wand to make sure I'm not carrying any weapons. Well, the woman who was supposed to "frisk" me was so scared of Moose. Yes, he is a Maine Coon so he is rather large but he's the biggest mush you'd ever meet. She started freaking out and yelled for another agent. The poor guy then had to take Moose from me and "frisk" Moose, which alone was just hysterical. I mean, come on....yes, my cat has a whole cache load of weapons on him including metal claws to rake someone's eyes out. LOL Be reasonable.
Anyways, it was my turn to get "frisked" and lo and behold, it was me not Moose who set off the detector. The hysterical part is that it was my BRA that set it off! Now anybody who knows me knows I'm well-endowed so the "boob slings" (as my husband affectionately calls them) I wear are large with lots of hooks. I guess the metal detectors these days are just so sensitive that they pick up the metal in my bra. Luckily I was in a good mood about all of this (just seeing the female agent freak at the sight of Moose was worth it) and was able to laugh at it. However, I doubt I'll go as far as the guy in the cartoon to make it easier the next time I travel.
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