Airport Security

This is funny. I'm on the way to Disneyland with my family. We are a traveling roadshow with four roller bags, four backpacks, a bunch of miscellaneous electronics, baggies of toiletries, Amanda's walker and wheelchair. Imagine us at the security check point leaving SeaTac. Shoes off, jackets off, putting stuff in the plastic bins, Amanda escorted aside for her chair to be scanned, back in the chair, shoes back on, etc. The bags are coming out the other side. I'm thinking we're on our way. Nope. They needed to take a look inside my bag. The TSA agent zips it open, takes out my "swim boobs" (a combo of fiberfill and sand, they are quite realistic in the suit, actually)... he has one in each hand and looks right at me... "What are these, ma'am?" I tell him, "Well, I'm a breast cancer survivor, I've had a double mastectomy and those are my swim prosthesis, also known as my swim boobs." I could barely keep a straight face. You should have seen his. He said he'd never seen anything like this in eight years. Really? He proceeded to feel them and toss them in the air a little bit. Mind you, they are a very full size D cup. He asked, "Is there sand in here?" "Yes," I said... wondering what else he was going ask. Then he said he'd need to scan them again. So, there they go - all alone on the conveyor belt, each one in it's own plastic tub, bouncing along. They came out the other side. I put them back in my bag and away we went. Austin missed all of this because he was busy helping the kids regroup. I explained what had happened and he just cracked up. It makes a good story. I'm glad the swim boobs made it, because I'm afraid the pool chemicals may have damaged my regular silicone-filled ones which run $400 each.