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Dildo terrorism
September 03, 2005
After the London bombings and while I was in Amsterdam, I remember getting word that as of late July, packages and bags were subject to search in certain NYC subway stations. If you didn’t want to get searched, you best find other transportation – or a subway station without bag-searching cops. Not a particularly fool proof system.
Yesterday, the bag search finally happened to me. As luck would have it, I was carrying a bag full of dildos, butt plugs, lube, condoms, a strap on harness and spiky high heels. I got pulled aside and the cop asked me to open my (black! suspicious!) bag. I obliged, and the collection of silicone toys was right on top, with a stiletto poking straight up in the air. The cop didn’t even bat an eye, just nodded and waved me through the turnstile. Ah, jaded New York, how I love you.
Posted by Dacia at September 3, 2005 12:36 PM
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ONLY in NY. Gotta love it.
Posted by: Garrison Steelle at September 3, 2005 07:10 PM
More than a few sex toys “fell” into my bags on a recent trip to Miami.
I didn’t care at all about being embarassed for myself, but I was concerned about embarassing the person who may be required to search my bag by hand.
Sure enough, the scanner aroused some interest, and I was asked to open my bag for inspection.
The agent pulled on gloves and began to go though my belongings. Soon enough, she came across the stash of toys.
I winced in sympathy. “Sorry about that.”
She shrugged. “No biggie,” she said. “I used to work at Pleasure Chest in the Village.”
Posted by: Jefferson at September 3, 2005 07:35 PM
It really happened?? Wow, just a week ago you were predicting it. Self-fulfilling prophecy?
Posted by: Belle at September 3, 2005 10:06 PM
Awesome! I love NYC.
Posted by: Ajayi at September 5, 2005 10:45 AM
