On Friday Josh and I were exploring DC on our own while Kate stayed with our friend. So, of course, I was carrying the pump around since I was not going to be able to nurse her for several hours. We had it in the backpack. When we got to the National Archives building, we had to go through a set of metal detectors and put our backpack through an x-ray scanner. The operator called Josh over:
Man: What's in your bag?
Josh: It's a...pump...a breast pump.
Man looks at him puzzled: What?
Josh: My wife's breast pump. We have an infant at home.
Man: Okay. (Still looking at Josh like he's crazy)
Great times. Thank you Josh for handling that situation.
I wonder if that guy has told the story to anyone from his perspective.