TSA:Â We're going to have search this bag. (proceeds to rifle through it)
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me: It's a breast pump. (gathering my two year old, calming my 3 month old, and trying to get my shoes back on while trying watch what he was doing)
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TSA:Â Yes, I'm aware of that, but there's something coming up on the scanner (yanking on the interior)
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me: What is coming up? That part doesn't come out.
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TSA:Â There's something on the scanner (as he's pulling on the interior).
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me:Â Can you be more specific...except for a battery pack, there's nothing else in there.
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TSA:Â Wiring of some kind...it looks like a motor.
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me:Â Yes, that would be the pump...its a breast pump, which is operated by a small motor.
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TSA:Â *blink*
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TSA: Let me scan it again. (scans again)
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TSA:Â You're free to go.
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Idiot.












 when he first witnessed my pump-in-style in action. Especially when I first plugged it into the car lighter.  Never mind the male co-worker who stopped me and said "What meetings do you keep going to with that big briefcase?" His face was also pretty much like thisÂ
 when I explained the briefcase....

