Security incident.

On my last trip back from the city that I used to live in, they had just started to board the train and the line was moving forward, when people in uniforms pulled me aside and said that I had been randomly selected for a security check and took out a small stiff strip of paper and wiped it on my backpack and put it in some machine, and then they had me wait there as the one guy with the machine looked at the reading and perked up and then started excitedly showing it to everyone else, before they told me that I would have to wait there some more, and they began to radio for a dog, only to wait a few minutes and radio for the dog again, since it was at the far other end of the station and it wasn't coming, and they needed the dog there to check something out.

"I'm really sorry," I was like, "But will they hold the train for me?"

And, I explained to them that the last train of the night had been cancelled and I had already moved to this one, and there was no other way I could get home that night, and I was scheduled for work the next morning.

"We'll see," the one said, and the conductor was there, and I kind of looked to him, and he looked sympathetic, and I mentioned that I hoped that I could still get a seat facing forward, since I get carsick easily and it's hard on me if I have one of those train seats facing backward for the entire ride home.

And, the one security guy started asking me if I had cosmetics in there, and I said that yes, I did, I had some face cleanser and face cream in my toiletries, and they said that that was probably what it was, there's chemical overlap with military-grade explosives, and they showed me their machine and the readout said something about detecting military-grade explosives, and then they asked me for permission to search my bag, so I gave it to them, and they looked through it, and everything was fine, and then they asked me for my ticket and a form of identification like a driver's license, which I gave to them, specifying that the ticket printout was for the later cancelled train but the QR code for the conductor would link to the rescheduled ticket for the current train, and they wrote all of that information down with great care, and then they set me off to board the train with only five minutes until it left, and I was good.

And, the next day at work at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now, I told my coworkers the story, about how my skincare routine cosmetics made the train station police think that I was a terrorist.

"See how good my skincare routine is," I was like. "It makes me a sex bomb!"

And, they all kind of rolled their eyes at that, and I mentioned something again about me being a sex bomb, it's official, they even have a test for that, and the police test said that I'm dangerous, I'm a sex bomb, that's how good my new skincare routine is.