So… If you ever want to have a bit of fun and dont mind a little slight embarrassment, take a curling iron through a security check point run by a man to visit a memorial…

So, in May I was in NYC on an overnight business trip. I had a few hours before we would catch the train back… Oh darn… lol. I opted to use that free time to go to the 9/11 memorial.

Since this had been an overnight trip, I’m carrying a tote of cloths and necessities with me and I’m still in my business suit and heels.

I get to the security check point and I’m not thinking anything I have on me would be an issue….

Well……..

My tote is xrayed… and the security guy is staring at the xray and then at me and then back to the xray and then back at me…

He asks me what I have in my bag and I explain I was on an overnight trip and thought I would see the memorial before leaving town.

He asks me if I have any metal objects in my bag.

I’m confused…. The only thing I can think of is my black leather belt with metal butterflies (hardened criminal I tell you. lol)

He turns the xray monitor so that I can see and points to an object that he is a bit embarrassed to ask me about.

I said… Oh that is my curling iron. (and I’ll be damned, it does look like…)

He looks confused and asks quietly, what is it, again.

I said it’s my curling iron.

Apparently he did not know what a curling iron was nor did he know what one was used for by the continued confused look…

I finally figured out that I believe he was thinking it was another apparatus (adults will know what that means, unless they are prudes).

I’m trying not to laugh and repeat it’s my curling iron, as now many people are looking at me and the screen to only see the top half of my curling iron.

Oh great… lots of people with kids are thinking I’m wondering around with adult toys…

For the love of God, it’s just my curling iron to do my damn hair…

I offered to pull the offending curling iron out of my bag to show him… He decided that wasnt necessary and let me through the check point.

Needless to say, I had lots of space between me and everyone else. All I could do was laugh at the thoughts running through the minds of everyone around me… I really do try to behave, I swear, I really do… I dont know how it happens…