laughing cow

Airline security is not really the place for a titter.  I find it all pretty stressful; getting the electronic devices out of my bag (why did I bring so many electronic devices?); jacket off, empty pockets - only one hand free - I’m carrying two bags (in one hand) and getting a plastic tray out with the other - people behind seem much more organised (frequent fliers?) - and then through the body scanner.  

Beep.  

Not once but three times.  Each attempt is preceded by removal of an item of clothing.  (Cue The Stripper…)  

So when I finally get through, I’m pleased to see the person operating the bag X-ray machine smiling and laughing - and then calling her mate over for a look.  
Who wouldn’t smile at this happy face staring out of the scanner?

It’s destined for our garden.