I Got Searched!

So, about two and a half years into the MTA's bag search program I finally had my bag checked. I should have been indignant but I was actually a little excited and curious. The cops were friendly and apologetic and said, correctly, it would only take 15 seconds. It turned out they didn't even open my backpack but just rubbed a piece of paper with "explosive" written on it over my bag and then put it in a doohicky that said I was clean and sent me on my way. So, I may not be voting for Ron Paul after all.