This morning Wendy came to pick me up at Mom’s house and take me to the airport. She walked me in and we said our goodbyes. Then I walked into the area where you have to put everything in buckets and go through a scanner. They said to take everything out of our pockets. I didn’t think I had much in my pockets, so I went through the scanner. The woman on the other side asked if I had anything in my pockets and when I reached into them, I came up with a Kleenex. Because of that small piece of tissue, I had to be frisked!

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