…the number of times I have made it through the TSA check without dinging something.
The older systems pinged my hair clips. Since I have to go through the high-performance metal detector due to titanium in my body, I am always awed that a hair clip will not pass. Additionally, my shoes are usually an issue. Apparently they usually have some bling on them which causes immediate concern to where I just remove them now. I don’t bother with the hair clips, because it’s just too much work to reassembly myself in the little space they have for anyone to re-combobulate. (Not a word) Also, the pat down kind of makes you feel like you could be a spy or drug trafficker.
We’ll see how it goes this morning! Always a little adventure in the day.