Yesterday I passed through Schiphol Airport Amsterdam and the recent postings about wearing ladies underwear reminded me of an eventful trip I made last year when, as usual, I was wearing nice lacey ladies briefs.
As I went through security the metal detector went off and I was called forward for a "frisking". Unfortuntely this also included an somewhat intrusive examination of my belt and trouser top. So far so good, but as his hands progressed around my waistband they suddenly froze as he encountered the lace panelling in the briefs. Then his brain registered what he had felt and like lightening his hands disappeared and he retreated with a very smart thank you sir! I managed to keep a straight face as I collected my belongings and continued on my way. I suspect that he was the more embarassed of the two of us, but at least he was discrete.

I bet this is now one of his favorite tales about working in airport security.

Dreamer

*rolling on the floor in hysterics*
I can imagine what went through his mind...
He was probably comatose for weeks after.

I bought my hubby some expensive cigars and he wanted to take one on a trip - he likes to travel light si he got a small box and packed it full of pants to stop the cigar getting squashed in his rusksack - I wonder what customs thought of that! Coming back they wouldn't even be clean pants!

Hey don't know you but just had to comment.. how did you keep a straight face? Whenever I am nervous or put in a funny situation I always start laughing like crazy, its an awful habit of mine :P

But your right, its probably the best story at the airport... thanks for sharing! :)