>"Well, I don't imagine they're supposed to rifle through it. Isn't the point of handing everything over outside the secured area to prevent them having to go searching through everyone's stuff?"
>Lean over and whisper: "I understand how you feel, but we don't have a lot of choice, here."
>Keep the cell phone, unless someone protests
>May as well take our debit card out and with us, since we can
>Otherwise, hand over purse, etc.
>You offer Parsee your support. "Yeah, I guess..." she mumbles. "I swear to god, if they go through my stuff..."
>You take out your debit card, money, keys, and ID, and leave the rest at the counter. The woman working there takes your things, and places them in a large plastic bag, seals it, and gives you a tag with the number 890 on it, which she places on the bag.
>You approach the detector, where a bored-looking security guard looks you over. "Empty your pockets, please, then step through."
>Considering this a protest, you take out the cellphone and put it in the on the table beside the detector. "You'll have to leave this with your stuff," the guard says. "Sorry, Institute policy for visitors."
>The phone is taken and placed on top of your bag.
>Parsee follows you through, grumbling and clutching her claim tag tightly.
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