True story: on a recent domestic US flight, I asked to opt out of the scanner, which means a pat-down. That was going fine until the woman had moved to my front and was moving down from my chest. She got to my ribs "what do you have here under your bra?"

"what?"

hits her hand against my my right side: "what's this?"

"my ribs?"

"oh- ribs! I forgot about those. Haha! I haven't felt those for a long time"

So many people who pass through that airport are fat enough that she forgot that ribs exist.

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