Trip to Jamaica - Departure part 1

So I left the country finally to visit Motty( my dad)after 16 yrs..... I got to the airport, ate lunch, said my goodbye. Big puss and likkle puss have to related cause dem nuh stop get emotional.

Anywho, so mi check in, then went through security....tek off clot...hes, shoes yada, yada, yada and confidently a walk through the metal detector. Beep, beeep , beeep.... So I took off my long silver necklace( whey airport security owe mi fa)...go through again....beeeep, beeep

Security:"what do you have on under your shirt"
Me: nothing.... And I didn't, I delibrately wore no jewelry.
Security: "step this way"
Me: okay
Security: " I need female assistance

When mi look up big Bertha took two giant step towards wid a wand, security check stick whatever you call it.

Girlfriend pat me down, feel mi up and wave har stick all over like mi thief something. When she ran ontop my head it beeped ( i had on a winter cap)but from the neck down nothing. However girlfriend continue to cop one too much feel before she said " did you wrap your hair"
Uuuum yup, then that's it.
What????? Ooonu put mi through dis stress fi hairpin? Pat mi down, feel mi up, the fass Jamaican dem a stare pon mi, clothless and barefoot, bruk mi chain...... FI HAIRPIN

This is what happen when you lazy fi get dress properly..but big Berth or brunilda I got you (evil grin)...nuh mek mi see you inna jamdown... After mi get the guts fi go back pon a plane.....lol