Oh, man, this reminds me of coming back from Germany in March, we had a stop in Paris' Charles De Gaulle airport. Well, I had Velcro fastening, had taken off the belt, sporran, and kilt pin, and the steel toe boots (hehe), and the scanner still went off. There were about three or four guys with the hand scanners at the end of the aisle I went through, and they were all just kind of standing around looking at each other, trying to figure out who would wand me. Now , by this point I'd had about two hours of sleep in the past two very active days, so I just couldn't help but laugh. Finally the guy who was monitoring the detector told me to go back through the big one, and this time I didn't make it unhappy, but the expressions on the guy's faces were just priceless.