In the past 5 or 6 years, whenever I take a trip that involves flying somewhere, I'm inevitably pulled aside to get scanned or patted down on one leg of the trip. Every. single. time. I got patted down twice in Belize--once in the airport and once on the tarmac. I went through the full body scanner at BWI, the TSA agent then got a call on her radio (obviously the guy in the back room saw something he thought was suspicious), and was then patted down.
My family, of course, didn't believe me until last year when my mom and I were returning from Miami. My tall, blonde mother whipped through security and stood there, confusedly looking around for me. Until we locked eyes and then she burst out laughing. I, of course, was assuming the position in the body scanner.
So I, for one, am GLAD that they've stopped with the stupid "random" (HA!) screenings. If I have to suffer, we should all have to suffer. I can now at least stop feeling like a suspected terrorist when I travel.
[Of course, I should point out that I made it to both Fiji and Belize with pepper spray (accidentally) in my carry-on. That should make everyone feel safe.]
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In other (exciting) news, I bought myself a Laptop Lunch thingamajig to encourage myself to bring my lunch to work and to eat more of a variety of stuff. Yeah, I know. It's marketed more for children but I'm fairly childish so it all works out. I was showing it to my coworker Valencia who thinks I'm a mental case for having gotten it. "What is wrong with bringing lunch to work in an old plastic container?" I primly explained to her about BPA and other contanimants leaching into her food and wreaking havoc in her body. Though really it's all about my food not touching other food that does it for me.
Thai tuna salad (which Valencia thought looked pretty but sounded gross), garlicky, spicy green beans, shredded carrots with caesar dressing, and canned peaches. Sorry for the crappy photo.
