Oh yeah, it finally happened. On Sunday night, the metal bar in my back (a Harrington rod) finally set off the metal detectors at Burbank International Airport. People have been asking me for years, and I finally get to answer "Yes. Woohoo!"
The strange thing is that they have always done a visual and hands-on inspection of my carry-on bag, but this time they didn't. Instead I got felt up by a male security agent with a minimal grasp of the English language. He didn't even wand me! All I got was the full body version of patty cake patty cake without the the benefit of rhyme and song. Does that cost extra?