We went to Arizona last week to visit Joe, Lucia, and Noah. I left on Sunday and Rachel stayed until Tuesday. Since she was going to have to travel with the baby, she sent as much stuff home with me as possible. I filled up the big suitcase with 54 pounds of stuff. Apparently, the limit is 50 pounds. So the guy made me take stuff out. I opened the suitcase and the only thing that made sense for me to carry was the breast pump. It was a discrete, black case with a convenient shoulder strap. And, it weighed about 5 pounds.
That's right, so I had a single carry-on item while traveling alone; a breast pump.
To make things worse it caused a big hold-up on the security checkpoint! The guy doing the X-ray machine thought it was a bomb or something. After scanning it 3 times he wanted more information. It was very noisy so he yelled out, "Who does this belong to?" I signalled to him that it was mine. He yelled, "What is it?"
Everyone seemed to pause and look at me, awaiting my reply. "A breast pump," I muttered under my breath.
"What?" He couldn't hear me.
"A BREAST PUMP." I had to yell it out for him to hear. He looked at me funny and called over another security guard to do a more thorough check. Apparently, they don't get many single men travelling with breast pumps.
Luckily, the second security guard was a woman, so she seemed much more understanding. She opened it up and gave it a quick glance and sent me on my way. But the damage had already been done.