The following is a faithful account of my rather tenuous encounter with airport security as I was flying back to school last holiday season.
I was armed with your standard wayfarer airline-approved duffel bag, a bunch of frozen Lunar New Year bamboo-wrapped glutinous rice bundles (if you have no idea what I’m talking about, it’s this), and some not-so-common-sense.
Security guy (holding up my duffel from the x-ray machine): Miss, is this your bag?
Me: Oh. Yeah, that’s mine.
SG: What’s in here?
Me: My clothes, some books I brought from home.
SG: Is that all?
Me: Yeah.… Read more