I don't mind flying, and while I'm pretty far from a world traveler, I've managed to get pretty good at it. I think about what I pack, and what I'm going to check. I strip down to my "airport outfit," consisting of warmup pants, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt. I also have a jacket in which I put all my metal things. I can strip and tray in no time flat.
Of course, not everyone can have the opportunity to fly and practice these skills. I expect there will be a few hangups at the security check point.
At the same time, the guy in line in front of me who went through the metal detector not once (took off his METAL WATCH!), not twice (this time it was his BELT BUCKLE and GLASSES), but three times (FRIGGIN' SPARE CHANGE!) before he got through on the fourth.
Come on, people, the requirements are pretty clear. Get it together.
[NOTE: I also accidentally may have smuggled my fingernail clippers with my carry-on. Sh.]
[ANOTHER NOTE: I've recently been informed that fingernail clippers have been off the contraband list for some time. I suppose I'll have to start my life of crime some other way.]
