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I Am Not A Terrorist!


Kopaka's Ice Engineering

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Poor choice of days to post, I'm sure, but I had recent run-ins with the TSA that, well, served as ill reminders that flying isn't as simple a matter as it was 8 years ago.

 

Since there was no power at my apartment complex that Thursday night (a week ago, I believe), I had little choice but to head back to Monroe, where my girlfriend had already started making plans to get our flights to Cincinnati diverted. Why Cincinnati?

 

I first met Amanda 7, nearly 8 years ago. We were missionaries to the Akron/Canton/Medina area, church planters if you will. It wasn't just two of us, however: there were 5 of us, and the youngest got married last Saturday. Since we had no power anyway, it was the perfect excuse to [go ahead with the planned trip and] fly up for the wedding.

 

Well, apparently the diverting of the flight itinerary threw up a red flag, because both of us got the full-on security screening, both departing in Jackson (to think, we were running behind to boot) Friday morning, and upon checking in for the flight home from Cincinnati.

 

I mean, I had just seen these plexiglass corridors with doors & holes at Dulles on Tuesday, and wondered to myself what they were for.

 

I work in a government building, so I know how to not set off a metal detector (empty your pockets, including the wallet, lose the watch & rings, don't wear a belt), but in so doing, I made Carnal Mistake #1: I put my boarding pass in with the pocket contents. All of a sudden, without a boarding pass, I was attempting to breach security and perhaps force my way onto a flight.

The TSA rep had the tray stopped and retrieved the boarding pass for me.

Shortly thereafter, I realized I'd also committed Carnal Mistake #2: I put my carry-on onto the belt and didn't pop the MasterLock on it.

I had to tell the TSA representatives at the end of the X-ray screening machine that the key to the lock was on the keyring that was in the tray. Another round of official sounding "is this your bag, sir", "are these your keys, sir", "do I have permission to open this bag, sir" (because if I had responded "no", the bag would likely have been destroyed as a security threat) and they start going through my luggage while I'm still waiting to be patted down for whatever they didn't find.

 

Then there was Carnal Mistake #3: bringing a fully empty spritz bottle in the luggage itself. I even had to demonstrate the use of my razor (which probably wasn't a bad idea: I hadn't had time to shave since Monday).

 

Cincinnati was a more interesting experience: I was instructed to step inside a chamber, where I was bombarded with air puffs, a lot like a glaucoma exam for the entire body. Amanda told me that it's designed to analyze the air for explosive material. I was curious as to what it thought it found when it waited 2 minutes before permitting my exit.

 

Other highlights from last weekend include the breaking of my carry-on (although that probably happened during the "movie scene" in Memphis, the Cincinnati airport finished the job), a ticket frenzy at Dave & Busters (They REALLY need to open one of those down here between Baton Rouge, LA, and Gulf Shores, AL.), and a laudable show of self-restraint on both mine and Amanda's parts. I really like what C.S. Lewis has to say about marriage, but I'm wont to transcribe it. At least not tonight.

 

 

The wind's a-blowin' outside, and I'd better get to bed. Night all.

 

 

-KIE

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My favorite airport security story! Let me tell you it!

 

Now, when I went to Japan with my grandpa, I didn't really have many problems with security. I had to walk through metal dectectors a whole bunch, I was parted with my bag about half the time, I had to take out all of my myriad electronics and have them scanned individually, and since this was when they were freaking out about plastic explosives, I had to give them all of my makeup, which sucked, since I was hoping that I'd have some lip balm on a 13 hour flight. But it wasn't that bad, really.

Coming home wasn't that bad either. The Japanese weren't as super-paranoid as folks'll get in American airports, so basically just go through customs, declare stuff, get scanned a buncha times, head on the plane, go home. I think they also had me take my makeup away, but this time I was prepared and had them all in a bag and everything went just fine.

 

The problems came when we arrived back in Detroit airport. You see, my grandpa had come to Japan for two reasons. The first reason was so that he could go and spend time with his family and show us Japan and have a good time. The second was so that he could meet up with one of the Japanese professors that he works with and get a bunch of blood samples that they had collected for his research with the University.

 

So my Grandpa has this unmarked styrofoam package sealed with duct tape filled with dry ice and vials of blood. He brings it up to customs and, naturally, they ask him what it is.

His response: "It's for science!"

Yeah. Bad idea. He didn't help his case by declaring that "This is worthless to you and is everything to me!" and generally being evasive and defensive. I mean, for all they knew he was trying to spread some sort of bioweapon in there.

 

I was right behind him in line, the guy who was doing the customs told me to go to the other line just as he was calling CDC. My family and I got through with no problems and we went straight home.

 

My grandpa got detained for about nine hours by CDC. They tested every single one of the samples to make sure that they didn't have some sort of infectious disease in them, and apparently guns were involved at some point. Fortunately for him, he was a professor at the University as he claimed he was, and when they called them, they confirmed that yes, he did go to Japan to get these blood samples from the University of Kyoto, for an experiment that did not involve bioweapons, but, instead, the effects of nicotine, an area that he's been working in for the past, like, fifty years.

Fortunately for him they let him have it back after all this, instead of just tossing them out at their first suspicion. So in the end, his lab did get the samples, and experiments were indeed run.

 

Yeah, good times. I don't know how he got it as far as Detroit, because that package was pretty suspicious no matter what the Department of Defense says the terrorist threat level is.

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Bah airport security is weird. O_o When I flew by myself to Missouri earlier in the year, it was pretty easy, but I have heard some crazy stories from friends and family. Goodness gracious!

 

Oh and lol, Krahka!

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Wow, nice. That's some serious business there lolz

 

Omg reminds me of when our family flew up to Portland, OR, for the weekend a couple years ago lolz. My brother (at the time) sported unkempt long hair (past his shoulders) and a 6-inch goatee. He wore chains and all kinds of punk and/or metal clothing. The rest of the family looked like average family-type people (I don't much anymore, but I used to be lolz). He foes through all security with flying colors. The rest of us are all stopped, patted down, screened, etc.

 

It was....interesting =/

 

 

KK=-

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