Comments on: Come Fly The Unfriendly Skies (etc)

By: Claire Gregory

Claire Gregory — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 13:02:59 +0000

ROFL- I get all “golly gee” and “jeepers” when I’m wandering around airport security, too- and then I had one memorable visit to the US (I’m in Australia) where I ran over the customs guy’s foot with my trolley because I got so nervous.

Aw yeah.

But at the same time, I NEVER get stopped for anything. I don’t know why that is, but if I have a travelling buddy, they always get hit up for the random explosives swabbing, and I’m blushing and blabbering and… home free. Maybe it’s because they can see I’d be terrible at lying.

By: Your Aunt Becky

Your Aunt Becky — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 18:50:05 +0000

You must be full of delicious metal! I’d say you’re full of platinum and very precious. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

By: p jane

p jane — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 18:01:22 +0000

I haven’t flown since ’97 so can’t say if I would elicit a special search these days, but I set off security scanners everywhere for no discernable reason. I got wanded every time I flew, even when I learned to leave off all the chunky metalworked accessories.

FWIW, our city’s courthouse and Kroger must use the same caliber detectors. I was late reporting for jury duty last time because it took 20 minutes of wanding, removing items and frisking (nothing like what you endure at the airport, tho’) before the deputy decided I wasn’t a threat. I also set off Kroger’s security device upon entrance and exit every single time. WTF?

By: kalakly

kalakly — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 01:47:24 +0000

What does it say about me, or my life, that the idea of getting strip searched actually sounds good? (But not by some skanky broad…at least she wouldn’t be my first choice:))

By: MinivanSoapbox

MinivanSoapbox — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 16:06:35 +0000

I got busted with a vibrator in my carry on once. Seriously. It was one of those little rabbit ear ones…and dude was all “What’s this?” and TURNED THE SHIT ON.

By: Bobbi Janay

Bobbi Janay — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 06:37:18 +0000

Well the only flight I have ever taken was a medic flight to the hospital. They aren’t even that gentle they cut off all your clothes and poke you full of holes.

By: Chris

Chris — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 05:02:52 +0000

Try having a ton of titanium in your leg after an unfortunate (spelunking, really I was spelunking) accident. Coming back from Vegas, I got the extra special treatment. Seriously, I have a scar from my ankle to above my knee. It is full of titanium because I broke my leg really bad and they had to put it back together with titanium screws and a plate. Those crazy airport people apparently think I have a bomb or something in my leg, cause I’m gonna cut it open on the plane (NOT!! I hate blood and I’m a total baby about pain). Just let me pass, airport people! I’m not a threat to security! Good times. I hate flying.

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 02:23:01 +0000

Oh dude! They do the powder residue check on my carry on every.single.time. I keep thinking I should vacuum it once and see if that helps since it looks really, really bad.

Or there was the time I flew to and from Hawaii and the airport “randomly” selected me for a search and then the airline also “randomly” selected me for a search. Because I had all that time since I had passed through security to plant the bomb I was carrying. *Rolls eyes*

And yes, flops are a must.

Wanna have too much fun? Try traveling with the amount of photography equipment and electronics that I take as carry on.

By: Brianna

Brianna — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 22:58:17 +0000

I traveled a LOT as a teenager, and despite my mother’s numerous lectures on why those screw-studded, laced-up-to-the-knee boots WEREN’T the wisest choice of footwear, I never learned. To this day, I happily go to the airport with piercings, metal belt buckles, rivets, etc. Maybe a perverse little part of me enjoys snickering at the people trying to find the microscopic bit of metal on my person that is STILL beeping after nearly ten minutes and two bins of crap.

Mom was always paranoid about getting me to the checkpoint with bazillions of hours to spare, so you know, I had to find my entertainment where I could. *evil cackle*

By: Quiet Dreams

Quiet Dreams — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 21:22:26 +0000

You have a scarlet “T” on your forehead. I thought you knew.