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Today we headed to West Springfield MA to see our friend at the Big E. We made it through security, and I got flagged. Since I was dressed in a kilt, the officer waved his wand over my crotch area and it triggered an alarm. I bent down and whispered that there’s a lock on what you might call my private part. The expression on the security guy’s face was absolutely priceless. My kh and best friend found the whole thing amusing.