Well, I've been poofed! I allowed myself plenty of time on Monday morning. A leisurely breakfast in the front room lounge in my hotel, stop to fill up the gas tank on the way back to Tampa airport, return the rental. When I got to the checkin at Southwest, there was a line of people who all had just returned from a cruise. They all knew each other and were still having fun waiting on line. (Notice I didn't use 'in line'?)
For some reason, when I got to the security check, I was singled out to go thru the 'Poofer'. I thought, "Am I the lucky passenger #1,000,000 and do I get a prize?" The security guard asked me if I'd ever been 'poofed' and she took my belongings and told me to stand on the footprints. I closed my eyes as all of these little poofs of air hit me from all sides. Now what was that for? Is that what I look like? I'd ask her if my shorts made my butt look big, but I guess she could tell anyway! But, as I was gathering my belongings she did give me a wink and a smile!