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When I went through security at the airport, my backpack was marked for special checking. I had to FIND an agent and ask when I could get my bag because it was sitting behind a special plastic partition, waiting.

The agent told me it had been selected because I was carrying something that wasn’t allowed in the airport.

I couldn’t imagine what that might be. It’s a brand new pack so it was highly unlikely that I had left hiking supplies in it. When I hike, I sometimes have odd items. (And back in the good old travel days I used to carry all kinds of tools in case of an emergency. One of those was a neat Leatherman knife that had all kinds of gadgets on there to save my life!)

The agent put my pack on a machine where the contents were viewable by his x-ray machine. He picked up some kind of a special wand thingie. He questioned me while he opened the main compartment:

Are you traveling with anything sharp?

“Not that I know of.”

Out came my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“I brought my lunch,” I said helpfully. “I don’t think there is enough jelly on there to tip the “too many liquid ounces.'”

“No, there was just something in here they didn’t recognize on the main pass.” Out came an apple. Followed by an 6 ounce round of Edam. Or maybe it’s 8 ounces, but it’s not like I was planning on eating the whole thing in one sitting. Next came a package of home made sugar cookies, 6, if you must know.

“Wow,” the agent said.

He started to put his wand in and it hit the other bag of cookies. He pulled those out too. His eyebrows had left his face. He then peered inside as if he expected more!! HMPH.

“Food is expensive in the airport,” he acknowledged.

And apparently not readily recognized on x-ray. Am I the only one who travels with food??? He had to have help getting it all back in there. Not a very efficient packer, if you ask me.

HMPH.

Y’all know what life is like on the ranch because you read the blog. When I fly to visit my parents, it’s a 3 hour drive from the airport to the ranch. There are often stops and delays for projects no one told me about. We’re crossing miles of open desert. What if Dad suddenly decided to just go rock hunting or something??? Of course I carry food. You never know what might happen when you’re with my family–or how long it might take. Good thing he didn’t have to go through my suitcases. There’s food in there too.

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Posted: December 13, 2016
Filed in New Mexico, Travel, Walks in Life

8 Comments

  1. Glad you brought apples for the horse. You might have had to ride it from the airport.

    Comment by Margaret Lake — December 13, 2016 @ 1:39 pm

  2. My friend Betty ALWAYS gets stopped, she is 84 and looks it, nothing about her looks like a terrorist. The last time was some of her homemade grape jelly. For some reason that was not allowed. I mean she looks like a little old lady. Makes you wonder.

    Comment by tibet — December 13, 2016 @ 3:50 pm

  3. I needed that apple. I got in at 2:30. We were in Las Cruces by 4:00, but we stopped at brother’s house to load the truck with Costco’s stuff, and then went to Lowes, bought a toilet, storm windows and supplies. Then we went to a furniture store to look for a chair for Mom. Not that there was any spare room on the truck, but we mustn’t get too logical. That apple was eaten between Lowes and the furniture. Then it was off to start the drive home. We had some slices of cheese and couple of cookies on the drive. We made it by seven thirty. All I had was the samich and those snacks. I’m telling you, these folks don’t know the meaning of “just pick me up at the airport.”

    Comment by Maria — December 13, 2016 @ 6:53 pm

  4. Sorry, but I can’t blame them too much. They live so far from civilization that they have to take advantage of their trip to the big city.

    Comment by LeAnn — December 13, 2016 @ 7:24 pm

  5. Another affirmation of my self created no fly list since the inception of the TSA.

    Comment by Leo — December 14, 2016 @ 8:15 am

  6. I guess Mr. Snuggles lost out.

    Comment by Margaret Lake — December 14, 2016 @ 2:56 pm

  7. As if. Mom buys those 2 dollar bags of apples. He gets about three apples a day with me here. That isn’t counting the carrots and sweet potatoes and other odds and ends! (Those are just treats. He gets hay and grain.)

    Comment by Maria — December 14, 2016 @ 4:52 pm

  8. Oooh, we might have to change Mr. Snuggles’ name to Mr. Waddles if he keeps getting all those treats.

    Comment by Margaret Lake — December 15, 2016 @ 9:23 am

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