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As a (very dumb) teenager, I went through security at Logan in March 2002 with a pair of handcuffs in my jacket.
The women who saw it on x-ray dug them out of my jacket pocket and sort of flamboyantly asked “What’chu need theeeese for?!”
I gave her a shit-eating grin and responded with the same energy that I was visiting my girlfriend.
After a beat, she said “Well alright. Go get your freak on! But put ‘em in your bag next time!”
The truth was that I had actually forgotten they were in that jacket. They just lived in that one pocket my senior year of HS because I was an edgy teenager. I was actually returning from visiting her. We didn’t even use them, and they didn’t get flagged on my departing flight.
I’m glad it was before the DHS militarized the TSA. I do not know how my idiotic teenage self would have dealt with a non-playful encounter.
As a (very dumb) teenager, I went through security at Logan in March 2002 with a pair of handcuffs in my jacket.
The women who saw it on x-ray dug them out of my jacket pocket and sort of flamboyantly asked “What’chu need theeeese for?!”
I gave her a shit-eating grin and responded with the same energy that I was visiting my girlfriend.
After a beat, she said “Well alright. Go get your freak on! But put ‘em in your bag next time!”
The truth was that I had actually forgotten they were in that jacket. They just lived in that one pocket my senior year of HS because I was an edgy teenager. I was actually returning from visiting her. We didn’t even use them, and they didn’t get flagged on my departing flight.
I’m glad it was before the DHS militarized the TSA. I do not know how my idiotic teenage self would have dealt with a non-playful encounter.