About two weeks ago Dave and I took off on an airplane for the first time in almost two years. With backpacks and one small carry-on each, we donned our masks and walked into O'Hare to get ready for our flight to Anchorage. The airport wasn't too crowded and we made it to the security line quickly. I took off my shoes and put my stuff into the plastic bins provided and my suitcase up on the conveyor belt so everything could be x-rayed by the TSA. My cute little colorful suitcase…..a carry-on but I picked it so that if we ever do have to check luggage for a flight it will be easy to see coming down the conveyor belt.
I watched my things move away from me and walked into the stand-on-the-yellow-feet-raise-your-arms-and-hold-still full body X-ray machine and then out the other side. I found my backpack, purse and shoes but no suitcase. It had been diverted to the other side of a plexiglass screen. The TSA agent approached, picked up my suitcase and asked “Is this your bag?” When I responded she then asked if I had anything sharp packed inside. I told her nothing that I could remember but she was free to open and search it. (Duh!) She lifted a few items of clothing to expose two suspicious plastic bags.
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