At the DMV

I donated blood today. It required more lying than I usually do in a month, but it feels good to know someone may be saved by my queer, tattooed blood.

 

But a better story.

I'm waiting in line at the DMV right now. The closest DMV to my house happens to be in a series of city buildings, each with different offices within them so of course there's a metal detector. I figure this out as I walk in.

I immediately think of the pot, and pipe in my bag. I hide the pot in my pocket since it won't set off an alarm.

I put it in the wrong pocket, though. The jar sticks out and as I pass through the detector the security officer are the top of the jar and asks to see it. I tried to get out of having to take it out, for about two seconds.

When she looked at the jar she thought for a moment and then gave it back to me, letting me pass. Holy shit.

One person behind me commented in line that he couldn't believe that happened, but that it was awesome. And it was.

Done