Either I’m losing my hearing, or my immaturity has reached new lows.
I’m at National Airport in DC, getting ready to head to Chicago to work for the week. When I went through security, I was pulled aside to have a wand thrust into my backpack to check for chemicals. I guess this is what happens when terrorists try to ignite their crotches: my bag stuffed with Jelly Bellies suddenly seems threatening. Or maybe they thought I was mentally challenged drug smuggler who had hundreds of tablets stuffed in a baggie in plain sight.
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