It’s been a long time since I have had to go through airport security, and it wasn’t on my agenda for today either. Since my brother is blind, when he checked in at the airport he asked for an escort through security and to his gate. The woman at the desk told me I could go through with him and help him along. Since I hadn’t planned on it, I was hoping nothing in my purse would detain me…. a tube of sunscreen, keys, no, I seemed safe. The line took forever, and our one hour buffer was shrinking to about 20 minutes by the time they started scanning the bags. Again, since this was impromptu, I had no socks and asked the guy if I still had to remove my shoes. He looked at me squarely and without flapping an eyelash, asked me if I was over 75. Fine. I took off my shoes and walked barefoot to the other side, thinking we were done. But no. Both my brothers carry on bags were flagged as needing more scrutiny. I asked him what the heck he had brought in his bags that was a security flag. 2 pounds of coffee, a bag of goya beans, a package of K cups and 2 health bars later we were on our way. Now we were down to about 10 minutes. Finally we got to the gate where the official escort had held his seat and led him off. Whew. I hi-tailed it through the exit, having gone through that whole thing with no destination other than my car and home.  I appreciate security, and know it’s a necessary thing. And no, I am not going to fly any where any time soon.