I just went through one of those new scanners at the airport. You know, the scanners where there is a screener in some room in the basement who is basically looking at a picture of you naked. I tried to avoid newfangled scanner by getting into the other line, all the while feeling very smug that I had noticed the separate lines, but something about me apparently looked suspicious enough that I was asked to move to the newfangled scanner line. Was it my hot pink jacket standing out in a sea of black, or perhaps the breast pump in my bag? (I know, way too much information.)
Anyway, after the screener took my picture, I let out a big breath and then realized that I had been holding in my stomach - wouldn't want the mystery person in the dark room to think I have a pot belly. :)
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