auntiem
09-06-2007, 09:03 PM
A few threads about TSA has reminded me of these stories.
The first one is only funny in retrospect:
I was traveling 2 weeks after 9/11 and was wearing a bulky sweater. I am in line behind a lady arguing with the TSA about having to take the cat out of her carrier so they could check it. They have the machines cranked up so my underwire sets off the alarm and just as the cat dashes off down the terminal a TSA shoves her hands up my sweater. Now, she may or may not have given a verbal warning I was a little distracted, but needless to say I was a little flustered to be felt up at o’dark thirty in the morning in front of a lot of business travelers.
Wardrobe choices:
I was rushing thru JFK check point and I notice the TSA pointing at my boobs and laughing - this is a rather disturbing thing to have happen, but it has happened to me before because I forgot what shirt I was wearing.
My shirt has a picture of Joan Jett and says WWJJD. The guys did hand check all my film without complaint though.
NSFW
Pre 9/11 or you would have me to thank for this item being on the “not in carry-on” list:
So when I turned 30 I held a “dirty 30” party and a friend gave me the gift of a 6 ft inflatable p*nis.
It was decided that this gift should make the rounds and be given to the next person turning 30 and so on. So the time comes for me to deliver this item to the next recipient, my sis. Now this item has a weight in the bottom that I didn’t know about and apparently is very curious to the security personnel. At Seatac the gal asks to inspect my bag and starts to pull out the pink item asking “what is this a raincoat?” while I stand there and try to quietly say “read the box, read the box”. The box says Captain P*cker the Party Wrecker. She reads the box, blushes bright red and shoves the item back into my bag and lets me go. This exact exchange happens again in Detroit, except that instead of blushing, the lady calls over as many TSAs as she can to have a laugh and I have to explain to no less than 6 TSAs why I felt the need to bring a 6ft inflatable p*nis in my carry on.
The first one is only funny in retrospect:
I was traveling 2 weeks after 9/11 and was wearing a bulky sweater. I am in line behind a lady arguing with the TSA about having to take the cat out of her carrier so they could check it. They have the machines cranked up so my underwire sets off the alarm and just as the cat dashes off down the terminal a TSA shoves her hands up my sweater. Now, she may or may not have given a verbal warning I was a little distracted, but needless to say I was a little flustered to be felt up at o’dark thirty in the morning in front of a lot of business travelers.
Wardrobe choices:
I was rushing thru JFK check point and I notice the TSA pointing at my boobs and laughing - this is a rather disturbing thing to have happen, but it has happened to me before because I forgot what shirt I was wearing.
My shirt has a picture of Joan Jett and says WWJJD. The guys did hand check all my film without complaint though.
NSFW
Pre 9/11 or you would have me to thank for this item being on the “not in carry-on” list:
So when I turned 30 I held a “dirty 30” party and a friend gave me the gift of a 6 ft inflatable p*nis.
It was decided that this gift should make the rounds and be given to the next person turning 30 and so on. So the time comes for me to deliver this item to the next recipient, my sis. Now this item has a weight in the bottom that I didn’t know about and apparently is very curious to the security personnel. At Seatac the gal asks to inspect my bag and starts to pull out the pink item asking “what is this a raincoat?” while I stand there and try to quietly say “read the box, read the box”. The box says Captain P*cker the Party Wrecker. She reads the box, blushes bright red and shoves the item back into my bag and lets me go. This exact exchange happens again in Detroit, except that instead of blushing, the lady calls over as many TSAs as she can to have a laugh and I have to explain to no less than 6 TSAs why I felt the need to bring a 6ft inflatable p*nis in my carry on.