"This is ridiculous," she said to the uniformed guard.
"Please put your handbag on the conveyor belt," he replied.
She put her hands on her hips. "Do I look like I'm carrying a bomb?"
The guard said, for the hundredth time that morning, "Your cooperation contributes to the War on Terror." He stood silently until she deposited her handbag on the moving belt.
He asked, "Do you have any metal objects on your person?"
She groaned. "What are you going to do, frisk me?"
"Ma'am, I'm sure the people behind you would appreciate your cooperation."
She turned around. A half-dozen people were glaring at her. A man said, "Lady, nobody likes it. Just do it."
"When will this end?" she muttered, tearing the copper bracelet off her wrist. She slapped it into a plastic basket, and the guard sent it through the x-ray machine.
"Now step through the metal detector, please." he said.
She sighed and walked through. No alarms went off.
"Have a good day," the guard said. "There's a half-price special on margarine over in the dairy aisle."
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