Now, still in the Newark Airport, I waited in the next long ass line. This is the one for security. I saw something weird, an Asian women and an Indian man traveling together. Now, dear readers, I know that India is in Asia, but you know what I mean; we all know India is its own damn continent anyway. I thought that it was cool to see an interracial couple that was unlikely. I thought how both parents must have been pissed; especially because they appeared to be over 50. After a good 20 min of waiting in a long ass line I realized that they were not a couple; he was just a creepy dude that liked to be too close to this lady.
It was my turn to be scanned. I had my liquids- nail polish, toothpaste, ointment, and so in- in a clear plastic baggy. My laptop was out of its case and in its own little plastic lunch tray. My shoes were off. I walked confidently through the detector. SUCESS!
Well- It was successful until my backpack went through the x-ray. The cute security guard asked me if I had any liquid in it. "I have liquid gel pills" I laughed at the cleverness of my own joke. "No those are fine" the guard stonily replied and shifted through my bag. I turned my laugh into a cough at took the bad of medical supplies from the guard who put my bag through the x-ray again. I really wanted to make a sarcastic comment about no sense of humor about terrorism to someone, but I was traveling alone and too afraid of being roughed up by airport security; although, as I said- that was a cute guard. Bag was fine, and I was able to go find my gate.
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