I'm doing back-to-back flying these days, and I had in my briefcase both a boarding pass from yesterday's flight home and today's flight to Minneapolis. At the TSA security check, I accidentally gave them yesterday's boarding pass from DC to Denver. The TSA pern dutifully checked the boarding pass and my ID, stamped the boarding pass and let me through, with a boarding pass from the wrong day and the wrong airport. And I have in the past forgotten to take my 3 oz of Purelle out of my bag for separate screening. No one has ever stopped me to examine the rogue liquid.
Why in heaven's name do we have to go through TSA security if it's this lackadaisical?
For years, I worked in housing construction. Part of my job required I carry a pocket knife. I am one of those earthlings that rarely fly. But, after 9/11 I had to fly to the west coast. Imagine my horror to discover I had stuck to ritual and carried my pocket knife with me right pass airport security. With out thinking, I simply put it in the little basket with my spare change, car keys and metal watch. It was only after refilling my pockets that I realized what had happened. Despite years of companionship, I dumped my knife in the nearest trash can.
Posted by: miquel cervantes | April 23, 2007 at 09:07 AM
That's incredible! Whew... I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Both, I guess.
Posted by: Reva | April 20, 2007 at 02:03 PM