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There is misguessing someone's age, and then there are the bounds of reason
So, I made it home, got to my house about 12 hours after I left Mudd. Flights were fine, all went well. Except one rather odd incident at security. The following exchange did, in fact take place.
Security guy: "We're checking shoes today, miss."
me: "OK" ::starts taking off shoes::
Security guy: "How old are you?"
me: "19, 20, something like that." (definitely not sleep-depped, no siree)
Security guy: "Well, we're checking the shoes of everyone over twelve today."
me: ::blinks in astonishment, hands over shoes:: "All right then."
This all occuring just after I rode to the airport with Jeff talking about how glad I was my stuffed bear fit in my luggage, so I'd not be treated like a small child. Good grief. 12.
Security guy: "We're checking shoes today, miss."
me: "OK" ::starts taking off shoes::
Security guy: "How old are you?"
me: "19, 20, something like that." (definitely not sleep-depped, no siree)
Security guy: "Well, we're checking the shoes of everyone over twelve today."
me: ::blinks in astonishment, hands over shoes:: "All right then."
This all occuring just after I rode to the airport with Jeff talking about how glad I was my stuffed bear fit in my luggage, so I'd not be treated like a small child. Good grief. 12.
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(Anonymous) 2003-07-01 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)