The Fretful Mother's Blog

I understand childhood trauma might cause this fear for some, but for me it’s airport security. I’ve always avoided wearing belts when I’m flying because I didn’t know if that was something that needed to be removed (like the deadly wool sweaters and flip-flops). And I didn’t want to be yelled at either way: Stop trying to strip in front of everyone! or Stop right there and undo your pants! I know you’ve seen those screeners, and they are not who you want yelling this stuff at you.
My life-long goal of avoiding this situation was shattered on Saturday when I directly encountered it. I was too relaxed. Wearing clothes. Walking around. Not obsessing about my belt. And that’s when it happened. Let this be a warning to you: they make you take off your belt.
The 70-year-old screener was all what do you have under your shirt? I was like nothing, I swear. And then he was like I see some protrusions. I was like it’s not what you think! And then he pulled his stun gun out and lifted my shirt and exclaimed aha! before ripping off my belt.
Ok, so it happened more like this: miss, please place your belt in the tray, and I said ok. But it very well could have happened the other way. I’m going to remember this for the rest of my life and never again forget to skip the belt. You can never be too safe.

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