I remember going on a girls trip to NOLA back in December 2001. It was the first time I flew after 9/11. I traveled with a group of girls who were all about 10 years older than me, I affectionately called them "The Aunts". On the way home, one of the aunts was randomly selected to be pat down. The most innocent of them all, the one who was not a partier, the most white bread of us all. If anyone should have been patted down it was me (lol). I'm flying this weekend by myself but I think I've mastered the "Don't F with me" look in airports by now. And it's unmistakable because it's not covered with a mask.
I remember going on a girls trip to NOLA back in December 2001. It was the first time I flew after 9/11. I traveled with a group of girls who were all about 10 years older than me, I affectionately called them "The Aunts". On the way home, one of the aunts was randomly selected to be pat down. The most innocent of them all, the one who was not a partier, the most white bread of us all. If anyone should have been patted down it was me (lol). I'm flying this weekend by myself but I think I've mastered the "Don't F with me" look in airports by now. And it's unmistakable because it's not covered with a mask.