Perhaps you should be met at the door by your Shield Maiden (the Wife/Girlfriend/S.O.)? With your kit in a belt pouch. I had a simular problem when I did jury service. I got so pissed off with being searched that I had any number of metal objects on me. Just by way of being awkward. I had one [censored] of a guard ask me if I was a defendant or a witness? My frosty response of "Sitting Juror" took the wind right out of his sails.