It’s officially the 27th! I’m 6 hours ahead of Charleston so this will take some adjustment. Mom and dad wanted me to make sure I wrote down the stories I always tell them. My memory isn’t the best and my storytelling in person is so much more exciting and animated but I’ll do my best to recite it all the same. When I landed in Germany, I passed a window that showed a strike going on outside. Luckily, this wasn't affecting my flight but I snatched a picture of this before heading through security. I had my electronics in one bin, purse and liquids in a second bin, and my carry-on luggage in a third. They had to swab test everything. After the first bin past inspection I was waiting on the rest of my things. The gentleman asked if the next bin was mine. I told him yes and he tested those items as well. Once he was done and passed that bin to me I was still standing there waiting for my third and final bin. I found it humorous when he asked if the next bin was mine. I packed a lot of crap apparently. The third bin was my carry on and I had taken all of the liquids out to put in the first bin. Or so I thought I had…
It figures I would forget to take my perfume out. *facepalm* The gentleman didn’t seem to be too happy with me after having to search through every crook and cranny to see what was setting off his system. After about 5 solid minutes of trying to close my carry-on, I was starting to wonder how I ever got it shut in the first place! Another worker got even more frustrated than the first and took the case from me, smashing down and closing it with no problem. It seems I need to do more arm workouts and pack less things if I don’t want to aggravate airport security next time.