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It was another interesting security check for me coming back to Kitschland this last time.  The spice Cookies, a family favorite, was running low so I bought three along with an Aledo-made Ryan's Rub.  

 The body scanner flagged me over metal in my crotch and a mass on my right shoulder.

 In front of other passengers an Agent gave me a thorough nether region going-over.  Folks, this is the second time.  It has to be the metal cap from my second vasectomy.  I'm just nopt amused any longer.

 The mass in my shoulder is from a cyst I had removed a year or more ago.  

 But then those Cookies jars.  If that wasn't enough they take me and my backpack over to the side and start going through it looking for them.  I tell them which pocket they are in and then we have an inspection, wipe-down with some material and finally, after what seemed like an hour, they are finished with me.  

 On the positive side, I enjoyed my grope and am coming up with genitalia-based comments when it happens again.     

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