When it wasn't hot out I could wear long sleeves and I would have to make it fall up my sleeve and into my shirt that was tucked it

Let them check my arms with a pat down, I had to shake them and then roll up my sleeves

Then when I untucked my shirt I could make it go back into my sleeve then make sure whatever I had didn't fall out

Sometimes I'd have to roll up my sleeves again while I was taking off my belt and shoes

Sometimes I could just pretend to readjust my booms after they searched the bra

Shit was like being molested fr fr tho