She wanted to surprise him. They had both left Hawaii at different times to go home for Christmas and would meet up that night when he picked her up from the airport.
He liked lingerie. She had bought a new thong for the holidays, red on one side, green on the other, with two tiny jingle bells strategically placed for his enjoyment.
She decided to wear the thong on the plane, just for him.
She packed, she dressed, and she took a cab to the airport. She started through security, careful to finish her bottle of water before she reached the turn style to go into the secure area. As she was taking off her shoes and putting her electronics and her gold watch in a tray, that’s when it hit her, the jingle bells were metal.
Panic set in as she waited in line to walk through the metal detector. How would she explain the two tiny bells near her crotch to the security people?
She would’ve called over the one woman in uniform.
“Excuse me, I will show you what set off the alarm in a private room please, not here!”
Today the TSA would’ve escorted her to the side, performed a strip search, scolded her about her behavior, and banned her from the flight.
But this was pre-TSA travel, so none of that happened.
When she passed through the metal detectors, the airport was bustling with holiday travelers. No bells went off. She sneaked through in her illicit undies.
Couldda Wouldda Shouldda
If she would’ve been caught, the TSA would have sent her to the back room for interrogation. Did she work for a human trafficking ring? Was she their “ring” leader? Were there others coming through with jingle bells? About Seven more? Were they named Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen? Was her pimp a heavy man with a white beard who favored red clothing? At any rate, she would’ve missed her date with lots of ‘splaining to do.