I made a day trip to DC on Tuesday. I was waiting in line at airport security as two ladies in front of me were getting screened. They were obviously country-come-to-town, being quite unfamilar with the rigamarole involved with modern-day, police-state airport screening.
One woman walks through the metal detector while still decked out head to toe with jewelry.
Bzzzt! The screener motions her back and asks that she shed some of her jewelry. Off the jewelry comes, leaving a necklace and earrings.
Bzzzt! She fumbles for a bowl to put the necklace and earrings into.
Bzzzt! A long line of bleary-eyed travelers roll their eyes. The screener gives her a look like she’s a bad puppy.
“Oh,” she answers. “It must be my leg! I have a steel rod in my leg.”
Um, don’t you think that might have been good to mention ten minutes ago?! Did you think the metal detector would just get used to you? How long has your leg been with you, ma’am? I mean, it doesn’t take an Einstein to know that no amount of jewelry’s gonna fix this problem.
Sheesh. You can’t take some people anywhere.