One might think that I was skiing -- and I certainly have plenty of stories from Colorado (Keystone, Vail, and my fav -- Arapahoe Basin) where I should have broken more than just my leg. When would first tell my friends that I broke my ankle, they all asked 'where were you skiing at the time?'.
But no, I slipped on an icy sidewalk at work a couple of winters ago. Totally unglamorous. So my friends came up with a story I could tell at bars involving a holiday of ski jumping in Finland. Suomi! (A far second to Belgium when going abroad...)
Yes, all that hardware would set off metal detectors. I had a couple of long waits at security checkpoints while the clueless F***wits with the metal detectors tried to figure out what my 'orthopaedic implant' card from my surgeon meant.
The couldn't just call and verify, no I had to wait there for a bleedin' hour whilel they waved a wand over my leg, trying to figure out if I had a bomb surgically implanted under my skin.