When flying to Minneapolis last week, I walked through the metal detector at the SLC airport and was told to stand off to the side. The guard manning the detector then called for the woman to come over for a "bulk check" on my legs.
At 4:30 in the morning, I thought it was more fascinating than anything.
So, the woman comes over, kneels in front of me and proceeds to feel up my "cute legs." (Those were her words, not mine!)
As she's kneeling down there I say, "Wow, I didn't know they provided this service." A quick way to deflect my sleepy awkwardness and at least she got a giggle.
Anyway, this is just my word of warning. It could happen to you if you have fat legs and look like you're packin' drugs/weapons/TNT in your tights.
At 4:30 in the morning, I thought it was more fascinating than anything.
So, the woman comes over, kneels in front of me and proceeds to feel up my "cute legs." (Those were her words, not mine!)
As she's kneeling down there I say, "Wow, I didn't know they provided this service." A quick way to deflect my sleepy awkwardness and at least she got a giggle.
Anyway, this is just my word of warning. It could happen to you if you have fat legs and look like you're packin' drugs/weapons/TNT in your tights.
