So I went down to the Dept. of Social Services today to pick up a Medicaid application, and they've got the metal detector set up. So I reach into my pocket to get my keys out to put in the little basket, and lo and behold, I still have my little metal pipe in my pocket from last night. Needless to say, I did an about face and took my little pipe back to the car and hid it under the seat. The whole time I'm going back to the car, I'm expecting to hear the guard say, "Too late for that, you have to put it in the tray." Man, my stomach did a drop when I felt the pipe in my pocket. I thought for sure I was busted. That was freaky.