Coppermine wrote:I had to fly last week to visit my folks in Florida...
I still have to take my damn shoes off. I hate that!
Sandals my friend. I used to not wear sandals so I would make sure to wear dirty smelley socks.
My protest to them making me take my shoes off
I almost wore them, and my girlfriend insisted that I should... but I refuse to sit in that disgusting plane with my feet sticking out. After all, I was flying US Airways.
I have done the smelly socks on purpose routine though.
Oh, and this time, they had a machine that puffs air on your in lieu of someone patting you down. I stood in this little phone booth thing and air blows all over my torso and crotch areas. I was offended, and a little excited by it. I asked if I could do it again and the TSA lady didn't like that all. Actually, I'm kidding... I don't talk to those TSA people. I feel like they're just waiting for a reason to cavity search you. Every airport's different too... at Harrisburg International (yeah, can you believe that? It exists) the TSA people are all happy because only white people fly out of there, and there's hardly even any of them. But then in Philadelphia, they wear their latex gloves all day in giddy anticipation.
No shoes, no liquids, no nail clippers. I'm tired of it. And every time I'm waiting in line to board, I'm behind this know-it-all smart ass whose always like "Yeah, why don't they just do ratial profiling? You think that old lady's gonna hijack the plane with her knitting needles." I resist the urge to punch these people in the face, regardless of their cavalier "I'm gonna say what everyone's thinking" attitude.
If you're a battery, you're either working or you're dead....