Kaboom

So, our first day of meetings with the Egyptian Army go well enough. Snowed or no, the Brigadier seems to like what we're doing for them thus far. Anyway, it's hot, 35 C if it's a degree, it's late in the afternoon, and I'm a little dehydrated when we get back to the hotel. My bag goes on the belt and I walk through the detector, which commences to beep in that annoying way of its. My expression must have been a clue to the attendants that I did not want to be bothered by the process so they asked,

"No bomb?", clearly expressing both b's.

"No bomb," I replied, concentrating on the b's.

"Thank you, sir. Have a good afternoon."