My personal shortest time in a security line was some years ago (1989) when flying back to the U.S. from Ireland. We'd pre-cleared something or another in Ireland, but had to do the immigration stuff at our arrival airport, Atlanta. My oldest son had alopecia areata, an auto immune disorder that causes hair loss. He was 6 at the time. Totally bald. It was warm, and he'd taken his hat off and was fanning himself as we were waiting in line to clear customs at the Atlanta airport. A roving customs person spotted us, came over, asked me three questions (Is this your luggage, have you declared everything, something else) and scribbled something on our paperwork that got us through customs.
A few minutes later one of the people driving a cart offered us a ride to our next gate. I accepted.
Because my son was so young, and totally bald, strangers always assumed he had cancer and was bald from chemotherapy. I never bothered to disabuse them. Another time we were boarded in first class because of his being bald. Ever after, I told him to look pitiful as we approached the boarding gate.
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