By Nadine Kam

Security personnel at McCarran Airport in Las Vegas were looking for a bomb in my carry-on, only to find …

What’s up with me and bombs anyway. If they aren’t exploding around me, as during my New York adventure, then security is always looking out for me.

The latest was getting stopped at McCarran International Airport en route home and seeing everyone in back of me giving me the stink eye for holding them up. Sorry! I was late too, but instead of just pulling my bag, the employees seem to have so little going on in their lives that they have to invent excitement by making a big show of calling the supervisor, making all kinds of comments like, “What does this look like to you? I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit. Looks pretty bad,” and leaving everyone waiting. This took about 20 minutes when I had 10 to get to my plane.

Of course the first thing they pulled out from my bag was the box for my bra “petals,” which I had to buy because I had bought a top requiring a strapless bra, and had left my Nu Bra at home. So that was kind of embarrassing to see two old guys hovering, trying to figure out what this silicone substance was!

As it turns out, the real culprit was a batch of thick, dense fudge I brought back as omiyage. That, combined with all the cords for my computer, digital camera and cell phone made it look like I was planning to build a bomb of plastic explosives.

So now you know. If you’re bringing fudge home, pack it in your check-in luggage. I only travel with one carry-on, so next time I’d ship it home.

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