Speaking of searches, I forgot to note that I got searched at the Richmond airport on the flight out. Not my bag, me. Never happened before. They pulled me aside and, in front of all the other boarders, ran the device over me and then patted me down, including checking my bra and my butt. I asked them why and they said it was just routine, a random search. I guess so, since I don't look remotely scary, but I still kinda wonder what about me tripped a security guard's "gotcha!" meter. Maybe they just decided to pick the fifth person through security that morning or something.

Me being me, I thought about how I could still be smuggling something in my crotch, but luckily I was awake enough to not let that one get past my "shut up!" filter.

I had that happen once recently, I can't remember on the way to where. I think it really is that random. (But yes on watching your mouth as you go though security.)

Me being me, I thought about how I could still be smuggling something in my crotch

Ask Clarence Thomas. He knows.

I went through a period where I would get searched almost every flight, usually for drugs, but sometimes for expolosives.

My sister has a fake knee and has to get checked over every single time she goes through security. She tried at first pointing to the obvious scar, but now she just accepts her fate.

My sister has a fake knee and has to get checked over every single time she goes through security. She tried at first pointing to the obvious scar, but now she just accepts her fate.

My dad gets the same treatment. But I think he's okay with it because it gives him the opportunity to use one of his favored lines: "Who knows what evil lurks in the knees of men?"

I'll have to tell Mona that one!

For about two years, I got searched for explosives every single time I went through the New Orleans airport, which was at least four times a year, sometimes five or six. I never got searched on the way back to NO, but I did get searched every single time I flew out of there.

I watched a security line for a while at one airport (while waiting in line). It seemed like the randomization was "whatever person is next in line when we finish with the last person we searched."

I had my bag searched on the way to Seattle, but not back. And on one flight they were checking people right before they got on the plane. AND, while waiting for my flight from Denver to DC, they came through and checked two from random people's liquids-and-gels baggie, and they did check mine.

I unpacked the night I got home ... boring, yes, and I did some laundry the next day.

And, in re the hugging - I'm usually skittish about being touched, but with the Buffistas? I'm not. Says something about the group, or at least my reaction to you.