Wire mesh; Sam will just have to get her bag without it

Sam waited by the line in her shoes, socks, and smile, getting impatient with how the TSA was proceeding. At last an agent went up to her and told her the news.

"Ma'am, we see that your coat is made up of wire mesh, which as you may know is metallic and may be used to make bombs. We had **** but to confiscate it and throw it away. Luckily nothing else was inside its pockets."

"What?!?!?!?" Sam screamed, sending attention to her toned body, "But I'm not even planning on boarding a plane!"

"Well, miss, technically you were since you gave us a boarding pass on your phone," the agent referred to the boarding pass for the original flight to O'Hare.

"But then how did they not catch this when I flew in from Texas?"

"I don't know, their metal detectors might not work as well."

"Ugghhh ... well, thanks anyway!" Sam begrudged her situation, finding no use in fighting the TSA, and taking solace in the fact that she would soon be dressed and able to put this in the past. She sprinted towards the baggage claim area of Gamma, a toned gazelle exposed to the bitter cold winds of the airport for all to see.

After a couple of minutes bolting like Usain Bolt, Sam arrived at the carousel and caught her breath. This took a while as she had spent her energy in the run, but after she collected herself somewhat she started looking for her bag.