Travelling anywhere these days poses risks. We’ve all heard the sad, scary stories of
Ebola and terrorist acts. Then there are
the less problematic incidents which, while thankfully not life-threatening,
still manage to raise the stress level a notch or two. Hubby and I just prevailed through such an
experience.
We were in our home province for a brief, jam-packed
visit which included a couple of family Thanksgiving dinners and an eventful
medical specialist appointment for my better half. While on the way to the hospital for that consultation,
our rental car was rear-ended by another vehicle at a traffic light. Fortunately, no one was injured and the
damage to both cars was minimal but the blood pressure spike caused a dilly of
a headache.
Later at the airport for our return trip, we were heading
through security when my very considerate hubby offered to carry my overnight
bag while I grappled with a jacket and bulging shoulder bag. Awesome, I thought. I breezed through the security line in no
time and walked out the other side expecting my helpful spouse to follow within
a few seconds. Looking back through the
glass enclosure, I saw a security officer motion him to the side. That darn belt buckle must have set off an alarm,
I figured. No such luck. Hubby had been randomly selected for a more
in-depth search and swab test. Oh me
nerves! You can imagine what was in the
overnight bag. There were several pairs
of clean underwear, a nightdress, toiletries, a couple of magazines, etc. – all of a decidedly feminine nature. My 6’1”, 200 lb partner wore an expression of
profound sheepishness as I watched him try to convince the security personnel
that he really was carrying his wife’s bag.
Mercifully, this embarrassing debacle lasted only a few
minutes. I guess the male security
officer took pity on a fellow member of the brotherhood of chivalry. As the man who vowed to love me for better or
for worse strode by with his head held high, I uttered a muted apology. “Sorry, next time I’ll definitely carry my
own bag through security.”
“Yep,” was his terse reply. Oh, the perils of travel!
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