On a Trip to Minnesota I had the worst airport experience of my life. It started out on the wrong foot right away due to the fact that I woke up late and I am a last minute packer. I decided to clean out my purse while I waited for the airport shuttle to pick us up so I could avoid any issues with security. About halfway through my cleaning process the shuttle showed up 15 minutes early, so I hurried and threw everything back in my purse and left for the airport. The driver of the shuttle must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed every day that week because not only was he an ass, he also felt the need to drive like a madman all the way to the airport. When we finally arrived at the airport he clipped a pedestrian with his van and just kept going. I looked at my husband and told him not to say a word to the driver just in case he decided to try and run us over when we got out of the van. When we went to check our luggage the bag boy decided that it was more efficient to slam and kick my bag all around the damn place instead of just setting it on the conveyor belt nicely. When we got to security I followed the proper procedures, removed my shoes, belt, and placed my purse in the bin for the security scan. That is when shit hit the fan! As soon as my purse went through the x ray machine I was escorted to a table and along with all my belongings to be searched. The security guard pulled six dead lighters out of my purse. Apparently when I was cleaning out my purse and the shuttle showed up I threw them back in my purse instead of throwing them away. The guard then proceeded to pull out this little machine that tests for explosive materials and ran it through everything in my purse including my cell phone and lip gloss. I apologized to the guard and explained that I had just simply forgot to throw te lighters away. He just looked at me and said “right”. I guess he felt that I matched the criteria for an Al Queda terrorist. My husband went through security with no problems, looked at me shook his head and walked away towards the gate pretending that he had no idea who the hell I was. Needless to say I learned a valuable lesson that day, always clean your purse out the night before you go to the airport.