particle scan: passed


This morning, I was selected for a TSA bag scan. Knowing that I didn’t have anything to hide, Henry and I walked over to the table and the agent proceeded to wipe down my bag. I mean, they REALLY wiped my bag down. As we waited for the scanner to process the wipedown, every manner of law enforcement — came over to talk to Henry about going to school, the milk he was drinking, and just making small talk with the small person.

Once we passed the test, Henry scooted under the turnstyle — even though I had a MetroCard for him ready to use and we were in full view of all the aforementioned law enforcement officers — and off we went. No one seemed to mind.