Come on LaGuardia

For the past 48 hours I was in New York City for a work function and picked up one of those disposable razors you get for like $1 at CVS (which was great by the way).

While repacking to come back to Chicago, of course I was running late, so with a quick swoop, shuffled everything from the bathroom into my toiletries carry-on (including the razor and several of those shampoo/conditioner/body wash freebies...I love those too).

Let me first say I hate LaGuardia's airport. I've spent some time there and it always makes me nauseous. It probably has something to do with the fact I feel like I'm in an underground bunker, that's always 10 degrees too hot, especially for professionals in business suites.

I remembered that razor at the last second and thought about throwing it away but decided to be a little sneaky and see if I could make it through, I mean, I only used it once.

As usual, I sailed past security, I've usually got pretty good luck when it comes to that kind of stuff. The Indian woman standing in front of me wasn't as lucky. Instead of searching my bad ass with a razor knowingly inside my purse they picked on her and her "Henna for Hair" product. Which was shaken, flipped upside down and then just eventually opened.

I decided to keep moving but felt a little guilty about the situation so have decided to dedicate my next shave to that woman...I hope that doesn't sound creepy (I'll keep it rated PG).