Mr Brightside
Feb. 11th, 2011 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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All the excitement over the trip, and I nearly forgot to post the best part!
Now, during RAG party Tens had drawn various panties and penises, and I took home with me Setsuna's, and put them right on the top of the suitcase so they would be the first things the people would see if I ended up getting my stuff searched.
So, naturally, my stuff got searched.
The lady who did it was awesome; she opened up the suitcase and just paused for a second, and said, "huh", and then kept up searching for whatever it was the x-ray people thought justified additional search.
I suspected that my vibes were the thing in question, and was right: when she found them, she went "ahh", and got out one of those little test strips and rubbed it all over them. (I was suddenly very glad I'd cleaned them thoroughly before I left.) She finished rubbing the vibes down and stuck the slip in the slot and the little machine read it, and it blinked green at first, but then it started flashing red: EXPLOSIVES DETECTED.
Yep. That's right. My vibes? Fucking explosive. You'd better believe that shit. :D
In the end, all I got was a pat-down and when that came up clean they let me through. I will say this: LAX is the most security-intensive airport that I've been in so far. I was tempted to ask the guy at the gate who searched my stuff again (random search lollll) "did you find my explosive vibrators yet?" but I didn't because I didn't feel like going through another pat-down.
Now, during RAG party Tens had drawn various panties and penises, and I took home with me Setsuna's, and put them right on the top of the suitcase so they would be the first things the people would see if I ended up getting my stuff searched.
So, naturally, my stuff got searched.
The lady who did it was awesome; she opened up the suitcase and just paused for a second, and said, "huh", and then kept up searching for whatever it was the x-ray people thought justified additional search.
I suspected that my vibes were the thing in question, and was right: when she found them, she went "ahh", and got out one of those little test strips and rubbed it all over them. (I was suddenly very glad I'd cleaned them thoroughly before I left.) She finished rubbing the vibes down and stuck the slip in the slot and the little machine read it, and it blinked green at first, but then it started flashing red: EXPLOSIVES DETECTED.
Yep. That's right. My vibes? Fucking explosive. You'd better believe that shit. :D
In the end, all I got was a pat-down and when that came up clean they let me through. I will say this: LAX is the most security-intensive airport that I've been in so far. I was tempted to ask the guy at the gate who searched my stuff again (random search lollll) "did you find my explosive vibrators yet?" but I didn't because I didn't feel like going through another pat-down.
