ICWUDT \m/
We’re standing in line to get into the Prudential Center for the Devils game. Before you hand your ticket over to the ticket lady, you have to get metal detected by the metal detector guy. He goes over Dave with his hand held metal detector, and then checks me. He waves it over my front and back, and down both sides. Deeming me safe, he ushers me to the ticket lady. Dave, seeing that I passed inspection calls over his shoulder, “That thing must be broken. She’s metal as shit.”
