Flying While Muslim

Flying While Muslim: My thought process.
Checking bag: Please don’t flag my bag. Please don’t flag my bag.
TSA: Please don’t stop me. Please don’t stop me. Just pat me down and send me on my way.
Air Marshall Gets On Plane: Please don’t pull me off. Please don’t pull me off.
Crazy Old Lady Whispers To Flight Attendant: Please don’t let it be about me. Please don’t let it be about me.
Dog Sniffing: Please don’t bark. I don’t have any drugs or food. Okay… maybe a pop tart.
Trying to grab my luggage, but they are pulling random luggage for “random searches”: Hey lady, that’s mine don’t touch it. I don’t have time for you today.
“Good Morning Ma’am”: I don’t have time for you today, you better not stop me.
Going back through TSA, “Ma’am, you need to take your liquids out of the bag and your laptop”: I already took them out lady. And I don’t have a laptop. Don’t eyeball me. I know how this goes.
Moral of the story: Khabirat needs to stop traveling because I’m tired of being paranoid or freaking out every time someone says something to me.
Until next time.

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