Are you sure your friend wasn’t just pulling your leg?
Just got back from flying and TSA only asked me what I had strapped to my crotch because it was glowing on the xray.
OK, I’ll bite, (and I acknowledge that may be a turn of phrase I should eschew) what did you have strapped to your crotch that glowed on the X-ray?
I had thought of taking a flight after painting a silhouette of a 1911 on my waist using silver metallic paint!
It ought to get me a guaranteed room and board for my remaining years.
I actually got asked three times today. Once while paying my county property tax, once at the weigh station on the interstate, and once by my priest during confession.