Saturday morning I flew from Washington DC to Utah to visit Grand Boy.
My return was Sunday afternoon, so it was a quick trip.
Where the kid keeps coming up with the Redskin paraphernalia I don't know, but I think he looks good in the colors!
However, because of the shortness of the trip, all I had was a small overnight bag.
Going out was no problem. I don't do the super-duper X-ray because I avoid X-rays and don't think anyone knows, despite the best gubment research and statements, what kind of dose that machine gives people.
So, refusing the X-ray requires THE PAT DOWN.
THE PAT DOWN requires THE BLUE RUBBER GLOVES!
Well, if some TSA guy wants to feel me up and down and get jealous, who am I?
Despite very serious interest in my knee brace, which apparently nobody has ever seen before (!), my intimacy with the agent was uneventful.
Coming home however was a different story!
After wiping the gloves all over you and your clothing, they swab the gloves with 2x2" cotton pads and "test" them for what ever.
After the cotton pad test, the agent comes to me and says, "Sir, you have tested positive for explosives. We will need you to step into ... THE ROOM." THE ROOM is off to the side, all opaque, bullet proof glass, and already waiting for me are two more TSA agents, each pulling on their own special gloves.
Wow, it's a cluster PAT DOWN! So to speak... And the door is closed. Intimate privacy you know.
My new special friend says, "Sir, I will be giving you the same PAT DOWN you had out there, except this time I will be using only the palms of my hands."
"And I hope you have a good time!" I said, yes, really saying that.
At one point, I thought he was going to say, "Cough." But he didn't. Any women reading this might not understand that...
Meanwhile, the other two agents are going through everything in my bag, wiping the cotton pads all over each content, clothing or otherwise. By the time they are done, they have used 18 or 20 pads!
The gloves and all those pads are re-tested, with NO RESULTS! Of course not. And I was free to go, after getting redressed and repacked... Well, I don't want the rest of the airport getting jealous either.
What do I think? Here is a guy with a small bag, and in 24 hours flying out of Washington DC's Dulles Airport and returning to Dulles Airport. That's where TSA Headquarters is. He is alone, minimal belongings, a knee brace and small things stuffed into each pocket of the bag and his coat. Everything was examined. There were lots of questions. They were very thorough.
I THINK THEY THOUGHT I WAS A TEST! Kind of like a secret shopper at the store. Those people who come in and buy a pair of socks, asking lots of questions and seeing how competent, helpful and friendly the store employees are. And while I had nothing that I was trying to "slip" by security, as you hear happening on the news now and again, I was a half hour of fun for three TSA agents!
The three smiles as I left said it all. I think I made their day. We were, after all, very close.
I did get some raised eyebrows as I left though. With a wave I said, "See you again, boys." Gotta keep'em guessing!
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