TSA WTF

I always (seriously, always) get pulled aside for extra screening, but this morning I had to wonder if the TSA agents were just fucking with me. I'm wearing leggings and a tight knit skirt and my hair is down (a bit frizzy from the humidity, but down) and as I came through the x-ray machine they asked if I had anything in my pockets or metal in my hair. WTF. My outfit doesn't even have pockets. I got to have a pat-down anyway, including my head.

Must have been my rock-hard skull and solid muscled thighs.



Good thing this morning, though: My luggage weighed in at 59.5 lbs. *whew*