December 30, 2011 § 6 Comments
Packed in our carry-on bag is a tile grinder and a microscope.
What devices of mass destruction might they resemble when viewed on the ghostly black-and-white TSA screen?
We take off shoes, empty pockets. We enter the new futuristic scanning tube one at a time and stand, arms raised. It takes a good twenty minutes to move fifty feet, but our carry-on luggage makes it through; we must be entering the national transportation system at one of its soft spots–or else the screener is an out-of-work biologist who knows a microscope when he sees one.
Either way, we’re in.