September 10th, 2003

amsterdam

"I have only five words for you: From my cold, dead hands."

Upon entering the courthouse yesterday, I was subject to a metal detector. Standard airport stuff: purse on conveyer, pocket contents in bucket, etc, but oddly, with empty pockets and buckleless shoes, I set off the detector three times. I stepped forward and was wanded up and down. Not a beep until he reached my chest area. "It's my bra," I chuckled to the security guard. He blushed, giggled, and sent me on my way.

Man, good thing he believed me. Little did he know, that bra was FULL of concealed weapons.
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