I had lunch yesterday with a friend I haven't seen for a while and was describing my Pearson Airport adventures to her--how, while I was in the chick-frisking line, airport security Hijab Gal barked at me to hurry up because I wasn't moving fast enough for her liking. "She wasn't wearing one of those pretty floral numbers," I said, re H.G.'s head covering. "It was a heavy-duty hijab--you know, really stiff and off-white."
Lo and behold, here's exactly the kind of thing I was talking about.