The post before this one reminded me of this one incident in the airport, so I just wanted to muse a bit.
There was this one time I was walking with my sister to find our terminal and I was wearing America’s jacket from Hetalia, and we ended up going through a part of the airport where security usually passes by. My sister and I are effected by the temperature differently (like it could be hot for her and freezing for me) so I just casually say, “It’s pretty hot in here, I think I’m going to take off my bomber jacket-”
At that instant, my sister’s eyes widened and it took me a split second to realize- we stopped in the hallway, both of us staring at each other jn abject horror. I usually refer to the jacket as America’s at home, but had become used to simply referring to it as a bomber jacket outside in public, so I mistakenly did so in the airport. By the security. With the TSA officials standing nearby, surely keen with their hearing and ready to stop anyone who appears to even look slightly suspicious. I keep the coat on and look around to see if the coast was clear before hurriedly heading away from the hallway and into a more populated one which led to various terminals, but not the one we were looking for.
Needless to say, I ceased wearing the jacket in the airport for a while, but after a few years I did so again. This time however, I didn’t dare to refer to it again and refused to ever mention the incident again, at least until now that is.