The Un-fairer Sex, Part 2

(I’m taking my boyfriend home for Thanksgiving. Although I’m a frequent flyer, I get pretty anxious and high-strung when it comes to travel. In complete contrast, my boyfriend has been on a plane once in the last five years, but is a very laid-back person. We are going through security.)

Me: “You need to take out your computer.”

Boyfriend: “What? It’s fine. Calm down.”

Me: “No, no, it’s not. Your laptop has to be in its own container.”

Boyfriend: “Oh my god, you are so paranoid! It doesn’t matter!”

Me: “I’m not being paranoid! It’s TSA rules! They’ve made at least two announcements!”

Boyfriend:“Look, I know traveling makes you anxious—”

(I whirl around and get the attention of a nearby TSA officer.)

Me: “Excuse me, but is one not required to take one’s computer out of one’s bag and place it separately in its own tray?”

TSA Officer: “Yeah, that’s right.”

Me: “See?! I have flown at least five times a year in the last three years! I know what I’m talking about!”

(I stalk off into the body scanner.)

TSA Officer: *to my boyfriend* “Dude, she’s always going to be right. Just go with it.”