Thursday, March 17, 2011

My First Pat-Down

My first airport security pat-down was bound to happen at Boston Logan. Already they've tried to take away my jar of marshmallow fluff (they did not succeed) and changed my gates so that I had to go through security twice.

Well, on this fateful trip, the line for security was pretty short and I was happy. Instead of going through the metal detector, I went through some new scanner and I really didn't think much about it. However, this shorter line funneled into...a line for pat-downs.

I've never been frisked before. Surprising, right? I mean, with all the petty crimes I commit, it's a miracle it hadn't happened yet (ha. ha.) Anyway, I anxiously waited behind another woman who was getting your standard pat-down--arms out, feet apart, etc., etc--for my turn. Finally, I step up and wait for the (female) TSA agent to give me some sort of instructions. After about a minute of just standing there, she said:

"I have to pat down your hair."

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She proceeded to do just that, gingerly cupping my messy bun and patting the top of my head a few times. After deciding that I wasn't concealing any C-4 in my hair, I was free to leave.

And that is the story of my first pat-down.

5 comments:

  1. i love this story. i love your hair. i love you.

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  2. I've been meaning to tell you for a long time that I thought you had suspicious looking hair. Hmm?

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  3. Hahahahahaha! This made me laugh so much!

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  4. This is legendary! Someday you need to tell this to your grandkids!

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  5. Hi-larious. I wonder if this is a Gabriel thing...Joe is often stopped by airport security... though he's never had a hair pat-down. :(

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