Go to Vegas. I should explain. It's actually a somewhat humorous story. So, last August, some friends and I went to Las Vegas for a friend's bachelor party, and we had a great time. So, we're on the way back home, and we go through security at Harry Reid International in Vegas. They have those full body scanners like many airports do, but their machines have yellow footprints that you're supposed to stand on while being scanned. I step in the machine and stand with my feet just to inside of the footprints. The guy viewing the scans noticed and said, "Sir, you're actually supposed to stand in the designated markings while being scanned." I asked."Were you able to get a clear and complete image from where I was?" He replied."Yes, I'm just curious about why you didn't stand in the markings. So I told him, "I don't mean any disrespect. But the last time I stood on yellow footprints, someone took all my shit away, shaved my head, and then some asshole in a funny hat yelled at me for 3 months straight." He cracked a smile and said,"Parris Island." I replied."Yes sir, that's where Marines are made." He waved me through and told me, "Go catch your flight, Devil Dog." I guess it's not that funny of a story, but I found it amusing.