Contraband

When I get to work, I have to put my man-purse through a metal detector because my building was designated 'high-risk' for terror attacks.

Terror is the look I caught in the security guard's eyes when my bag went through this morning. I was confused until I thought about what's currently inside my bag- 4 to 5 different illegal or embarassing objects. I won't even list them here for fear my mother glances at confetti hair.

Trust me, I'm a fool.