Personal Narrative-Beep, Beeper

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“Beep, beep, beep” was all I heard as I stood under the metal detector. I stood there with a wide-eyed gaze in shock; my face must have been priceless. That can’t possibly be me, right? I stood there like a deer in headlights as the TSA officer approached me. “We are going to pat you down, okay? Is there anything that you are concealing?” I shook my head “no.” I knew exactly why it went off on me – my belt. I should’ve known to remove it before passing through the metal detector, but while waiting in the line to get cleared and get carry-ons checked, I remember dreading taking off my shoes, jewelry, and anything that had metal. Because it’s so annoying to take them off for nearly 30 seconds to pass through the metal detector, and then reapply them; it’s a waste of time. Wanting to save time, I asked the TSA officer a brilliant question: “Do I need to take off my belt?” “No”, the TSA officer responded. So, I didn’t remove my belt which led me to this predicament ‒ embarrassed and mortified. I was a 15-year-old girl; I wasn’t a criminal; I wasn’t a threat, nor was I …show more content…

I actually forgot about my luggage and really did enjoy being there; it was beautiful; the water was so clear. The next day, the same thing happened in Nassau. The day I felt like moping around because of my missing luggage, was the Formal Gala Night. Since I had nothing formal to wear, the cruise people took my mom and me behind the hospitality desk to a room with more people working and a small selection of formal dresses. I genuinely don’t know where they acquired these dresses; I wondered if they were left behind by passengers or they belonged to the workers. The lady showed me the dresses and asked what size I was and she pulled out two dresses that could possibly fit – one aqua and one pink. I didn’t have much of a choice on which dress to wear: it was whichever dress fit better. The cruise ended and my chances of recovering my luggage

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