be-musings

Saturday night after church Scott and I sat in the car in the parking lot of a gas station to talk before parting. After an hour, a cop car parked behind us and turned it's lights on. The policeman walked over to the car and asked some of the usual questions. "Have you been drinking? Do you have your license? He ID'd both of us, quizzed us to see if we knew the stats from our drivers license then took the ID back to the car to run them and our plates. I guess parking at a gas station is almost a crime. Another cop car came, they consulted, and the policeman strolled over to hand back our ID and left. I thought "How sad is that? Busted for sitting in a parking lot. That's the best I can do?"
On Sunday mom left for home. Going through the airport security booth, she set off the sensors. Nothing new. I watched through the doors as she was checked with the wand, and her belt ordered off. She went back through the booth. Set it off again. Off came the watch. Good, I figured, she was clear. She took a long time to get to the plane, and was virtually the last person on it. Apparently security wasn't satisfied with her checks, so they searched her purse that had gone through the belt. They emptied the pockets and still weren't satisfied. Finally, in a deep recess long forgotten, they found a half inch screw. The check person said in an accusing tone: "Weapons aren't allowed on board this aircraft". Busted for a screw. Well, they let her go, but good thing she didn't talk about skydiving on the week prior, or she would have been considered a threat for possible kamakazi actions.