I wouldn't mind an extra pat down at airport security

I know airport security is NO laughing matter. In fact this morning as I boarded my flight to Chicago, at JFK en route to compete as one of the Hillshire Farm fresh 15 bloggers ( I will be wowing them with my VERY Italian sandwich because that’s how we roll up here on Staten Island) I broke into a COLD SWEAT. Yes, impossible to imagine being that New York City felt like 10 degrees below zero. But let me set the scene.

So I’m sitting at the terminal, trying not to get an extra large chai latte from Starbucks that I know will cost a cool $20. Playing around on my phone out of the corner of my eye I spot him, this man who fits “the profile.” (In fact if you looked up the word potential airport bomber in the dictionary- I am convinced this man’s picture would be prominently featured alongside it.) And you know what profile I’m referring to…shifty-eyed, dressed in a mismatched clothing (okay that sounds like pretty much every homeless guy in Manhattan, but just stay with me)– and he’s pacing endlessly.

But what REALLY got me was the fact that he was about to board a plane with literally NOTHING. I know men don’t carry man-bags– but I quickly scanned the crowd and 99 percent of the men had some kind of apparatus they were bringing with them on the plane- this guy had nothing just the paper thin windbreaker he wore on his back that looked as though it had been through the mill..

And all I kept thinking was– did they check this guy- are they sure he’s got nothing on him.. why was a he pacing? Why wasn’t he carrying anything with him? And yes the fact that he was of a certain nationality was just another nail in his coffin- as far as having me convinced this man could potentially blow up my plane…So I call my husband and he tells me to buy a chocolate chip scone to make me feel better ( gosh this man knows me)…

Was I just overacting and absurd for even contemplating such a thought?