I Am Not A Terrorist!
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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