Ah, the Kansas City shakedown. Without fail, the one airport I can count on setting off the metal detector is KCI.
What was it today? The rivets in my jeans.
The highlight was the security guard. Late 50s, white hair, and pudgy around the middle. After nearly molesting me with the wand, he stepped back and read my T shirt.
“Twilight is for Lovers. Huh. I like that.”
I smiled and gave him the benefit of the doubt.