After a two-day trip out-of-town, I had a number of funny things happen…
1. Running into a former boss in the middle of the busiest airport in the world.
2. Going into a restaurant and pretending to be obsessive-compulsive about my seat location, positioning of my glass, plate, food on my plate, not allowing the delivery of my entrée while I was eating my salad. Please note that I didn’t make the wait staff do anything special or me…I just acted weird enough to give them a nice story to blog about.
3. The plane’s wireless internet so severely locking up my computer while trying to connect that I had to do a complete restore to factory settings to allow it to recover.
But, what would a trip through multiple airports be without a story about an incident with a security screener?
It would be boring.
Sure…maybe messing with a waitress would be entertaining to most people.
But not me.
The process of security screening in an airport is pretty serious and I made it to the grey bins at about 4:45 am. The system is pretty simple…

1. Shoes off.
2. Belt off.
3. Keys, change and wallet in plastic container.
4. Laptop out of bag..I was carrying two.
5. All liquids in 3 oz. containers inside of a quart size ziplock bag.
6. Walk through detector where they can see everything including your blood type and sperm count…which gets reduced each time you pass through. Seven more trips and I wont need that vasectomy.
As I walked through the machine the first time.
“beep-beep-beep-beep”
Screener #1: Sir. Step back.
Me: Looks like I have some change in my pocket.
Screener #1: Pleas remove all contents of your pocket and place in this container.
Me: Yes ma’am.
“beep-beep-beep-beep”
Screener #1: Sir. Do you have anything left in your pockets?
Me: No ma’am. Maybe it is my glasses.
Screener #1: Sir. Remove all watches, jewelery and glasses and place in container.
Me: Yes Ma’am.
As I walked through with no noises…
Screener #2: Who is the owner of these brown shoes?
Me: I am sir.
Screener #2: Sir. Are these yours?
Me: Yes. I am sorry. Do I need to use some Odor Eaters?
Me: Do you guys draw straws in the morning and the person who draws the shortest straw gets shoe duty?
Me: Wait…I guess the shortest straw gets underwear duty, huh?
Me: Audible laugh…I said underwear duty…get it.
Screener #2: Sir. Please come with me.
As it turns out, the saddle soap I use to keep my Doc Martens in decent shape set off a shoe alarm. They rubbed the shoe a little bit with a round pad and placed it in a machine.
I was given the go ahead to pack up my stuff and go.
Lesson learned.
Don’t test out material on airport screeners.