Is This Yours?

(21 July 2007)

 So I am going through the security at the Peoria airport at 5AM trying to get back home when they pull my laptop out of the X-ray and tell me they need to go through it. "No worries - help yourself," I say quite smug, knowing I am a pro at this and don't have anything in there I shouldn't. Only problem is, I was wrong and I DID have something I shouldn't. So in front of every one in line he holds up my bottle of clear nail polish. Can't remember tossing it in my laptop but I must have, because there it was! He is holding it up between his thumb and pointing finger at about head height, with one eyebrow raised as a question. He pauses saying nothing as he holds the bottle and his eyebrow up for a moment. "You want to take this back out?" he asks still holding it up for everyone behind me to see. "Nah, chuck it," I replied. "You can take it to your car if you like?" he said acting like the cat that got the canary. "That's all right, go ahead and throw it away," I said smiling at him, all the while really wanting to throttle him because I LIKED that polish. Hmm, your gonna have to work harder than that to rattle THIS drag queen!