Get in line....
You first heard that in pre-school. And it has been said to you throughout your life.
But my plane ticket said. "TSA - free." I didn't pay for it and I don't know anybody that would pay for it, for me. That was sometime ago...maybe a full year. It was amazing!
Thinking this through while I was still at home, I felt I was prepared for anything to do with boarding or deplaning. I bottled up my cleanser into a very small container (TSA approved). Had a very small tube of toothpaste. I was planning on carrying my luggage on board, along with my backpack. All seemed fine.
I didn't have any jewelry (except my earrings in my ears). Had my tablet out of the cover. Slid off my sandals. Had my boarding pass. Had my jacket.
OH NO! Argh, I forgot to remove my belt. Busted.
But for reasons unknown to me, I've had a full body search done to me, after each time I've gone through the body scanner. That's been the case for the last 4 flights I've made! Most recently, it was last weekend...both coming and going. What is with that?
Maybe it's my silver hair....yeah, that must be it. Look out for a silver-haired woman...she's the one who is carrying a concealed weapon.
I will say that it's definitely not my body that is drawing these uniformed women to me. And of course they need to say what they're patting down, and what happens next when they're patting me down, and blah blah blah.
All was well...except somewhere after the body search, and before we checked in, I lost my boarding pass. The Southwest folks at the counter had clearly replaced those passes before. But the plane was over an hour late. All was fine. All is fine. All is well.
We got where we wanted to go. Thank goodness we don't have to go through that routine to get out of the airport.
Live richly, marilyn