How I Avoided the TSA Grope

Over the weekend I flew to Florida to pet a wolf. F-L-E-W.

That means before reaching my destination and before being free to move about the cabin, I had two choices:

  • Be Groped.
  • Be X-Rayed.

I’m confused when people say they don’t know which one they’d choose. The answer seems obvious to me: X-Ray.

Who wants gropey germ-infested hands all over them? Not me. I didn’t get the flu shot, people. Strangers’ hands are an unnecessary risk.

Besides the security guy gave me a crooked smile and said, “Don’t worry. My hands are still warm from the last guy.”

::shudder::

While the X-rays worked their magic, I got some preplane stretching in.

This is me. The floor looked clean enough, and I missed my yoga this morning, so I thought, “Why not stretch now?”

What?

I know, I know. The heels weren’t yoga-friendly, were they?

Heeeeey…now that you mention it. It doesn’t look like I’m doing yoga at all. It looks like I’m striking some kind of sexy skeleton pose.

Craaaaaaap.

Advertisements

About thoughtsappear

I eat lots of sugar. It's the only way to keep up with my new baby and to outrun zombies. View all posts by thoughtsappear

36 responses to “How I Avoided the TSA Grope

Leave a Reply...or a Pop-Tart.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: