Just got back from a trip and thought I’d share two moments that could only happen to my girlfriend.
The first was this past Sunday at LAX. Going through the body scanner, my girlfriend got stopped for a pat down. The scanner flagged her waist—probably because her cropped tee had bunched up weirdly around her stomach. The TSA agent, a sandy-blonde woman about her age, smiled and asked, “Are you wearing a belt or something under your shirt?”
She shook her head. The agent said, “Okay, I’m just going to lift your shirt a bit and check your waistband.”
My girlfriend laughed nervously. “Okay, but I’m pudgy,” she said (she’s not). The agent grinned and replied, “It’s fine, me too.”
As soon as the agent’s fingers brushed along her waist, she flinched and let out a quick, surprised laugh. Anyone who knows her knows she’s ridiculously ticklish—especially around her stomach. The agent laughed softly and said again, “It’s okay, me too,” before waving her through.
The second story goes back almost nine years. She was flying home alone after visiting family. During a layover, she stepped outside the terminal for some fresh air and grabbed a coffee and a pastry. When she came back through TSA, she slipped off her tan Crocs Miami Toe Loop Sandals and sent them through the scanner.
Something in the scan set off an alert, and the agent explained he’d need to test her sandals for residue—and since they were open-toe, her feet as well.
She sighed and sat down, already bracing herself. He started with her sandals, then said, “Alright, foot please.” She hesitated, lifted one, and when the swab brushed across her sole, she immediately laughed. It wasn’t loud, but enough that a couple of women in line noticed.
One of them grinned and said, “Girl, I’d be the same way.”
My girlfriend looked back, laughing. “I’m trying so hard not to kick him right now.”
They all laughed together as the agent finished with the second foot, completely unfazed. “You’re good to go,” he said flatly, handing her sandals back.
She slipped them on, still smiling, and called me later to say, “Babe, I think the TSA guy tickled my feet. The ladies behind me were cracking up.”
The first was this past Sunday at LAX. Going through the body scanner, my girlfriend got stopped for a pat down. The scanner flagged her waist—probably because her cropped tee had bunched up weirdly around her stomach. The TSA agent, a sandy-blonde woman about her age, smiled and asked, “Are you wearing a belt or something under your shirt?”
She shook her head. The agent said, “Okay, I’m just going to lift your shirt a bit and check your waistband.”
My girlfriend laughed nervously. “Okay, but I’m pudgy,” she said (she’s not). The agent grinned and replied, “It’s fine, me too.”
As soon as the agent’s fingers brushed along her waist, she flinched and let out a quick, surprised laugh. Anyone who knows her knows she’s ridiculously ticklish—especially around her stomach. The agent laughed softly and said again, “It’s okay, me too,” before waving her through.
The second story goes back almost nine years. She was flying home alone after visiting family. During a layover, she stepped outside the terminal for some fresh air and grabbed a coffee and a pastry. When she came back through TSA, she slipped off her tan Crocs Miami Toe Loop Sandals and sent them through the scanner.
Something in the scan set off an alert, and the agent explained he’d need to test her sandals for residue—and since they were open-toe, her feet as well.
She sighed and sat down, already bracing herself. He started with her sandals, then said, “Alright, foot please.” She hesitated, lifted one, and when the swab brushed across her sole, she immediately laughed. It wasn’t loud, but enough that a couple of women in line noticed.
One of them grinned and said, “Girl, I’d be the same way.”
My girlfriend looked back, laughing. “I’m trying so hard not to kick him right now.”
They all laughed together as the agent finished with the second foot, completely unfazed. “You’re good to go,” he said flatly, handing her sandals back.
She slipped them on, still smiling, and called me later to say, “Babe, I think the TSA guy tickled my feet. The ladies behind me were cracking up.”
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
