I issued this request in an agreeable voice, but judging from the employee's response, you'd have thought I'd been caught with a firearm. His eyes hardened. The sloping shoulders suddenly stood erect. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by three or four of his security cohorts. "See, you should've done like I told you."Saying what this hemmorhoid deserves would get this post pulled.
-Eric
The more stories I hear about these gestapo-wannabes, the more I wanna see the whole sorry lot of 'em pistol-whipped black and blue.
As a person with a low BS tolerance flying is becoming very difficult for me.
Watching the airport security goons frisk 80 year old grandmothers while Mohammed and Ahmed waltz through the lines drives me crazy. Even worse, I start my travels out of a small midwestern terminal where the average passengers are Ole and Lena Oleson on their way to Duluth to attend a Lutefisk dinner honoring Ole's cousin Luther from Bemidji. It is common to have more security personnel than passengers.
I got on the plane at home no problem.
We had to change flights at LaGuardia. We got off the plane, walked to out next gate and waited for the next flight.
Now, mind you I could only have gotten to our next gate by passing through the previous airport security, either in upstate or Laguardia.
When it was time to board the plane, they pulled me out of line. They asked me to open my brief case. Fair enough. Clipped onto the inside of my briefcase was my badge and ID. The ID says on, BTW, that I am authorized to pass through all local police, fire and security checkpoints. (And before you ask I didn't flash or reference either my badge or ID in an effort to get out of something).
The security guy keeps rifling through my briefcase. I'm not overly concerned. He has me empty my pockets. Okay I say. I even offer to remove my jacket because of its metal buttons.
He then runs the handheld metal detector wand over me. Nothing goes off. So I figure: well, that's that.
Wrongo.
Now the guy tells me to spread my arms and legs and FRISKS me.
Now I am getting seriously PO'd. However, I keep reminding myself that I am in an airport in New York City and better to remain calm.
Finally, he stops patting me down, tells me to close my brief case (which aint easy, given he has totally disorganized everything in it) and lets me on the plane.
I get on the plane and tell my wife "well, honey, enjoy the trip, because its the last time we are flying anywhere."
I am convinced that they pulled me precisely because I was the "waspiest" man in that line.
I didn't set off any of the metal detectors I had gone through previously, security I had my ticket and one form of government ID out, I had a badge and other government ID in my briefcase and I was traveling with my wife. Hardly the profile, racial or otherwise of a terrorist.
Furthermore, on the way back through, I noted other people getting pulled out and they were, you guessed it, middle aged and older white (usally Irish looking) business men wearing suits and ties.
Maybe they are expecting a big IRA strike next time?
Yeah, right.
Power trip.... about sums it up.
Regards,
However:
"The security guy was out to get me. What had begun with confusion over a simple garment had become an issue of power."Elliot, you had as much of a power issue as the security guy did. If you had just removed the shirt, you could have saved yourself some trouble, and the guy wouldn't have won, which he did:
"The pimply-faced kid with sloping shoulders flashed a victorious grin."I probably would have removed the shirt, flexed a few times for the benefit of the bystanders, looked at the guy like he was an idiot, and been on my way. But that's just me. --The Beast
On the side of this hard case, in giant letters is the word BAZOOKA. The brand that makes it. I bet next time airport security is gonna go bonkers when they see that. I think I am going to fed ex my clubs to Nevada when I fly there in October. Am driving to all my other tournaments this year since they are on the east coast. Nevada is too far to drive and a train or bus takes to long to get there.
I can't avoid the "random" check for explosives in my carry-on bag, because it has so many cables, power converters, PC cards, etc. I'm now required to take my computer out of the bag and run it through separately and that can be a real pain at some checkpoints because they don't have a table that I can use.
But, I've learned the routine and have figured out how to minimize my delays. Now that American has opened separate checkpoints for first-class and frequent flyers in a few airports, it makes things even easier.
I no longer fly unless the drive exceeds 4-5 hours. Even if the flight is less than an hour, I have to start to the airport about 2-1/2 hours before my flight departs and expect another hour on the other end.
Airlines are starting to figure out that people aren't flying because it's too much hassle -- not because they are afraid it isn't safe.
And remember to take off your jacket, even if it's actually a shirt.
AND IF YOU ARE A WOMAN, ESPECIALLY A WELL ENDOWED ONE, NEVER, EVER, AND I DO MEAN NEVER WEAR A LONG LINE BRA!!