At a junior high party I was duped by a game in which I was told to put a sheet over myself then take off the last thing I put on. I started with my shoes, but as I tossed each item out from under the sheet a bunch of giggling girls said, “Nope. That’s not it.” It wasn’t until I was nearly to my underwear that I realized the last thing I put on was the sheet.
That was me in the security line this morning.
I did my mental check before I approached. No, I’m not wearing my black belt with the big buckle that normally sets off the metal detector. I should be good.
I placed my bags on the conveyor belt and walked through the metal detector.
Whoa. Was that me? I guess this necklace is chunkier than I thought.
I took off the necklace and placed it in a tray, then I walked through the metal detector again.
Shoes? No. My Jawbone Up24 hasn’t set it off before, but maybe they’ve adjusted the settings. No. That’s not it either.
WHAT COULD IT BE?!
“It’s coming from your hip.”
My hip. The pocket of my jacket where I stashed my cell phone rather than put it in my purse as I quickly got off the L.
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