The bearded guy who lives at my house and I just got back from our first ever charter tour trip. ARN-BOJ and return.

Before we left, I checked over the passports and told him to expect delays while mine gets read since nearly every page has 4 stamps and only a few have none.

Flight out, we get to the airport at a completely unearthly hour of the morning and manage to check in at a kiosk, complete with baggage tags. Baggage drop not yet open at 3 am, though, so wait. And on a Sunday, so only one coffee shop is even open.

As we go through security, we both are actually prepared. Laptops out (Stockholm is hit and miss on that one) and jackets off. Send the bins through and I walk through and the silly machine beeps at me! I step back and realize I have a belt on - it's a rarity that I wear it, but it didn't beep in EWR two weeks ago, so I forgot about it.

Step back and clear the detector the second time sans belt, then we go to wait for our bins and reload our bags.

That's when he says it.
"Ha! Beeped at you. Amateur."

I don't know if I should laugh, cry, hit him or just roll my eyes.

OK, I'll bite....

Turn off that radio! What do you think I am -- a bar of soap?!?

(No disrespect meant, but the OP is pretty surreal.)