Frisky!

I have had a hip prosthesis since I was 25. I remember flying back and forth to Atlanta in 1994 for nurse practitioner training and being disappointed that my hip didn't set off the airport scanners. I am disappointed no more, not since 9/11.

A couple years ago, I flew to Atlanta for a colposcopy undate. Scanner went off. I was escorted to the side by a nice lady who scanned me with a wand. Of course, I told her about my hip and even offered to show her my scar. She said that wasn't necessary. Drat.

With the recent flying back forth to MD, I think I've had enough of this now. No more fun. Justa a bloody nuisance. At least the first time amused Searcher. Sunday, as we were leaving BWI, I set the scanner off. Unfortunately, all of the employees in my area were the type who treat people as cattle. No eye contact, no smiles, no personality. Ugh. And of all the luck, I am being cared for by a young lady in training. She is being shown how to do this in detail like I've never seen. Feels my underwires with the back of her hand. Feels my bra hooks. Has me unbuckle my belt. Evert the waistline of my pants. Even patted down my pubic area, the first time this has ever happened. I didn't mind any of this, I just wanted someone to treat me like a human. So when it was all done (they saved the pubic patting for last), I made eye contact with the girl and asked, "Would you like a cigarette?" She laughed. She really was a human!! She kindly declined and said she doesn't smoke.

And Searcher was mortified.

Yay, me!


Y'all have a good day.