Like an imbecile, I left my netbook in my school bag while going through security. It was amusing to watch them slow down the conveyor, eventually deciding that they needed to look again. They snatched the bag up from the other side and put it back in, this time stopping the belt and having a very quiet conversation.
"You can look inside if you want." I offered.
"That's what we're gonna have to do, Ma'am." He replied.
The security dude walked me over to a small metal table, where he gently laid my bag. After carefully putting on a pair of latex gloves (which seemed a little small for his big ol' hands) he informed me of the rules.
"Please stand there. Do not attempt to touch anything that comes out of the bag, nor the bag itself."
I nodded and smiled as I watched him dig through my coursebooks and personal clothing that I had stuffed into the bag in order to have a make-shift carry-on. My mind went immediately to a metal pick that I have in my bag for sweeping the hair out of my face during tests and such, certain that they were going to take it. He didn't. He didn't even seem to notice it. Instead, he went for the small book wrapped in black foam. That's right, security dude, that little thing is a computer.
The man wiped it down with some magical voodoo pad and re-ran it through the scanner. Once satisfied, he put it back in the foam case and back into my pack.
"Sorry about that ma'am, but with all of the books in that bag, we couldn't tell what it was."
"It's okay," I told him, secretly glad that I was able to keep my hair pick, tweezers, and nail file, "have a good weekend."
I grabbed my bag and made a mental note to take the netbook out before scanning on the way home.