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Well, folks.....I just got in from a week in South Carolina about an hour ago (and the first thing I do is log on here, pathetic, huh?)
After hearing all the horror stories of our new and heightened security standards, I have now had a chance to experience it all first hand. My flights went from Anchorage, to Minneapolis, to Detroit, to Greenville SC. and then back again. My first encounter with our new better trained professionals was when I came through the screening gate here in Anchorage and I set the buzzer off. I was immediately SHOVED into a corner and talked to in a very abrupt tone of voice by some fat pollywog about twice my age with drool running down his chin. After resisting the urge to break his arm off and beat him profusely about the head and shoulders with it, I proceeded to the next guy who went over me with a little wand expertly checking behind my belt buckle, in my boots, etc (it was my steel toed boots that set the buzzer off) and allowed to pick up my carry on from the conveyor belt and proceed. slightly irate I proceeded to my departure gate and after waiting for a few minutes discovered I had been flagged as a security risk, and they once again dug through mine and my sons carry on bags and let us proceed. Finally the plane took us to Minneapolis. (I later found out that there is an odd coincidence that 90% of the flagged people are friends and family of airline employees flying buddy passes and non-rev, so they don't piss off paying customers. (my brother works for the airline)
So, in Minneapolis I was "randomly" flagged again and they checked me and my carry on luggage.....again....
they left me alone in Detroit and Greenville on the way down.
On the way back this morning however, we went to check in with the nice ticket lady that certainly believed in service with a growl that we would not be permitted to carry ANY carry on luggage, due to the security risk of such an endeavor. When my brother informed her that was absolutely insipid, especially for anyone flying standby with a four year old child she said he was beligerent, didn't like his attitude, and warned him that he better watch what he was saying while he was down there. By the way, no one checked my ID. We talked to another ticket lady who more or less informed us the first one was full of sh!t and then politely proceeded to rifle through all of our belongings. make a note here, this was FOUR times my bag was picked through and checked. So, after escaping Witch Hilda the ticket agent we proceeded to the security checkpoint, where they zipped my bag through the conveyor belt, disassembled my sons back pack to ensure his Etch-a-Sketch wasn't of the assault variety and then let us through, to give them credit, at least they displayed some common courtesy, kept thier damn crabscratchers off of me and spared me the "command presence" BS....make a note here....this is FIVE times my carry on has been checked through.
While waiting to depart from Greenville I was once again "randomly selected" for a security check. they AGAIN patted me down, waved the wand, and rifled through my belongings. Finally, I was able to board the plane by this point without being the recipient of a body cavity search or anything. Make a note here...SIX times my bag was checked.
I was on plane from Minneapolis back to Anchorage when I realized I had been carrying my Leatherman Wave in the top most immediately accessible pouch for the WHOLE ROUND TRIP!! completely unconcealed other than that! I just had the rest of the pouch filled with snacks for my son and I. Now please, bear in mind I was not deliberately breaking the law, or trying to decieve anyone here, I had my carry on luggage packed in the same day pack I use for backpacking, and sometimes pack my EMS supplies in, and I never would have deliberately done this....but SIX checks, and it was NEVER found??!! I'm quite honestly a bit flabbergasted. And I'm not sure which incident has made a larger impression on me, the time I got through the gate after putting my SIFU in the little collection tray, or the Leatherman incident, amazing huh? anyways I apologize if my post is a bit erratic, I'm pretty bleary eyed as I type this but....I just couldn't wait to relate my little experience here. Y'all have a good 'un!
After hearing all the horror stories of our new and heightened security standards, I have now had a chance to experience it all first hand. My flights went from Anchorage, to Minneapolis, to Detroit, to Greenville SC. and then back again. My first encounter with our new better trained professionals was when I came through the screening gate here in Anchorage and I set the buzzer off. I was immediately SHOVED into a corner and talked to in a very abrupt tone of voice by some fat pollywog about twice my age with drool running down his chin. After resisting the urge to break his arm off and beat him profusely about the head and shoulders with it, I proceeded to the next guy who went over me with a little wand expertly checking behind my belt buckle, in my boots, etc (it was my steel toed boots that set the buzzer off) and allowed to pick up my carry on from the conveyor belt and proceed. slightly irate I proceeded to my departure gate and after waiting for a few minutes discovered I had been flagged as a security risk, and they once again dug through mine and my sons carry on bags and let us proceed. Finally the plane took us to Minneapolis. (I later found out that there is an odd coincidence that 90% of the flagged people are friends and family of airline employees flying buddy passes and non-rev, so they don't piss off paying customers. (my brother works for the airline)
So, in Minneapolis I was "randomly" flagged again and they checked me and my carry on luggage.....again....
they left me alone in Detroit and Greenville on the way down.
On the way back this morning however, we went to check in with the nice ticket lady that certainly believed in service with a growl that we would not be permitted to carry ANY carry on luggage, due to the security risk of such an endeavor. When my brother informed her that was absolutely insipid, especially for anyone flying standby with a four year old child she said he was beligerent, didn't like his attitude, and warned him that he better watch what he was saying while he was down there. By the way, no one checked my ID. We talked to another ticket lady who more or less informed us the first one was full of sh!t and then politely proceeded to rifle through all of our belongings. make a note here, this was FOUR times my bag was picked through and checked. So, after escaping Witch Hilda the ticket agent we proceeded to the security checkpoint, where they zipped my bag through the conveyor belt, disassembled my sons back pack to ensure his Etch-a-Sketch wasn't of the assault variety and then let us through, to give them credit, at least they displayed some common courtesy, kept thier damn crabscratchers off of me and spared me the "command presence" BS....make a note here....this is FIVE times my carry on has been checked through.
While waiting to depart from Greenville I was once again "randomly selected" for a security check. they AGAIN patted me down, waved the wand, and rifled through my belongings. Finally, I was able to board the plane by this point without being the recipient of a body cavity search or anything. Make a note here...SIX times my bag was checked.
I was on plane from Minneapolis back to Anchorage when I realized I had been carrying my Leatherman Wave in the top most immediately accessible pouch for the WHOLE ROUND TRIP!! completely unconcealed other than that! I just had the rest of the pouch filled with snacks for my son and I. Now please, bear in mind I was not deliberately breaking the law, or trying to decieve anyone here, I had my carry on luggage packed in the same day pack I use for backpacking, and sometimes pack my EMS supplies in, and I never would have deliberately done this....but SIX checks, and it was NEVER found??!! I'm quite honestly a bit flabbergasted. And I'm not sure which incident has made a larger impression on me, the time I got through the gate after putting my SIFU in the little collection tray, or the Leatherman incident, amazing huh? anyways I apologize if my post is a bit erratic, I'm pretty bleary eyed as I type this but....I just couldn't wait to relate my little experience here. Y'all have a good 'un!