So apparently my swarthy features (or was it my 3 oz. of shampoo?) set off the TSA alarm bells once again...this time in Dayton. However, Dayton doesn't have nekkid scanners, and the guy watching the x-ray immediately called out, "Female scan!" and I got the annoying but at least modest and non-degrading pat-down from a professionally behaved woman --not from a man to whom I'm not married.
Better.
And the skies are once again safe from 40-yr-old moms bearing lecture notes, so sleep soundly.
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