Tampa Visit

I'm a master of airport security or so I thought when my wife and I went down to Tampa to show off our 9-month-old daughter to my family this Memorial Day weekend. We have two things going for us when it comes to travel. We are experienced travelers and we are fairly good planners.

That is why we divide into two teams to get through airport security. My daughter and I are Team One. We dress in clothing that can stay on without a belt. I don’t carry a wallet, keys, coins or anything metal. I carry only the precious “Bean.” A small pouch attached to a string around my neck holds my driver’s license and our tickets. I don’t wear shoes. I wear slippers and I breeze through airport security.

My wife, Team Two, carries her purse, the diaper bag, the stroller and any other necessities. She always gets snagged. While my wife works her way through the security officer’s questions and as they scrutinize our luggage, the “Bean” and I gather up whatever items airport security pass down the conveyer belt.

Everything went as planned on our way down to Tampa until we arrived and I searched for my real shoes in the luggage. And that is why I was at the Tampa Lightning Hockey game in my slippers.