Every time I fly out of my home town airport, I'm amused by how seriously the security agents take their jobs . They're the school-crossing guards of the flying world.To start with, there are 5 full-time security agents for an airport whose largest aircraft seats 32 passengers. With those kind of odds, you need to be seriously inventive if you want to make your job interesting.
Every time...and I mean EVERY TIME...I fly out of there, they've dreamed up some new indignity to subject the passengers to.
Yesterday, I was asked to endure a full-body search. More amusing, since I was wearing skin-tight lycra yoga pants and a body-skimming knit top.
The female security agent told me that, if I chose, I could experience my check in the back room -- which sounded a little too much like porn for my liking.
Then, getting ready for the full-on pat down, she asked me if I had any pain in any part of my body. "Well," I ventured, "Not yet...."
She let me through. But I knew what she was thinking. Next time, cavity search.
4 comments:
It's got to be a small-town, small-airport thing. I went through the most ridiculous security in Gander, NFLD - but have always sailed through in Frankfurt.
My parents and I flew out of Maui for a 20 minute flight to Ohau last Wednesday.
They made my dad take off his false leg and put it through the scanner. I thought the people in front of me were going to pass out when they saw a human leg, with shoe and sock on, come through in the little gray bin.
Barb - is your father really short? How did he get his whole leg to fit in the bin?
I remember them asking me to take my "shoes" off in Durban once - so I looked down at my feet, and back up at them... and wondered if they even bothered to look at my feet.
I was wearing flip flops and had already taken them off.
@km, LOL...no my Dad's not short, he just has a partial amputation, from the knee down. So to make matters worse, I suppose, it was only half a leg.
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