Wednesday, July 2, 2008KEEPING ME SAFE AT THE AIRPORTOn one of my recent business trips, something in my carry-on luggage caused one of our diligent security guards to call me to the side bar and give me the dreaded equivalent of a strip search in public. That horrible when moment when you are standing there in your bare feet, holding on to your pants... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 5:23 AM Comments (9) (link) |
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