Sometimes The Truth Isn't Necessary

Monday morning at six o'clock AM, (yes, AM) I had the pleasure to get up, get ready and head to the airport for another business trip. It was a day trip so I wouldn't have to worry about checking luggage. My only goal was to park the car, walk through security and head to the gate.

I managed to park the car without a problem. Now it was time to conquer goal number two, the security line. I placed my mobile office on the security table and then pushed it through the scanner. I proceeded to head through the security thing-a-ma-jig (that is Texan for I have no idea what it is called).

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep

There it was, the dreaded security Beep! In the moment I had to think fast. What could I have on me that would possibly set the security alarm off? Mr. TSA said, "Please step back and re-enter."

Beep, Beep, Beep, uggghhhh what could it be. Then it dawned on me...

...I proceed to explain to the security guard that I was pregnant and that I had to McGuyver my (non-fitting) pants to fit with safety pins. He stood there a little puzzled and then stated the obvious, "Why don't you remove your arm bracelet and try walking through again."

Darn bracelet! Lesson learned, it's time to stop rigging my pants and invest in maternity clothes. However, for those pregnant Mommies who are still rigging, just remember that safety pins WILL NOT, I repeat WILL NOT set off the security thing-a-ma-jig at the airport. So, please do not feel inclined to show your well McGuyver ever expanding pants to the TSA agent.