Fly Free with Southwest.
By that I mean Bra-less.
Okay, riddle me this Batman….how is it that the underwire of my Agent Provocateur bra couldn’t make it through the Security Agents at the Southwest Terminal? C’mon. Not that a good female bonding FRISK doesn’t make my day a treat, but there other ways to spend that 45 extra minutes before boarding.
Drinking 40 proof anything, for example….
but, no. Not today. I was herded into a glass booth where another woman had the pleasure of checking out my implants. I mean, at least invite a qualified plastic surgeon to give estimates while the twenty plus of us lined up for the gala.
I know I feel much safer flying with the knowledge that no terrorists wearing support brassieres are flying on board with me today. God, I feel safe