A story called Clouded Memories

Clouded memories- my plane trip from France.  

At one point on the plane someone next to me  managed to elbow my nose while I was sleeping.  I didn't mind, I had my emotional support dog Periwinkle on my lap.  He lapped my face just in time so that the improper stranger couldn't stick his feet in my face as well.  I was thankful.  It wasn't easy getting Periwinkle on the plane, he had to go through several security checkpoints and almost failed the point that required him to stick his paws in the air while an x-ray machine circled around him.  Being a cocker spaniel-he found it hard to keep that position for five seconds that it required.  But he managed.  My carry-on wasn't so lucky...The French security attendant kept muttering "For-bid-on, For-bid-on" when she all but emptied the contents of my Barbie luggage bag on the conveyor belt.  Before that time I thought it was cute to have a see-through garment bag, but I now realize that isn't cute at all.  It's grossly humiliating.  My finer lace garments were zipped, touched and patted down as if they were the ones under suspicion.