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24 January 2008 @ 09:06 am
Gigantic Waste of Time.  
Airport Security, and their "random screenings" can kiss my ass.

Of course, you're more likely to get a patdown if you roll your eyes at the Barney Fife-I-have-one-bullet-in-my-pocket security guy.

dragonsangel68dragonsangel68 on January 24th, 2008 03:11 pm (UTC)
You didn't really roll your eyes, did you? *cringes*
Carrie Leigh: Darth Suckscarrie_leigh on January 24th, 2008 09:33 pm (UTC)
I did. He asked me to take off my "Coat". It was a cardigan! Since when is a SWEATER a coat?!
dragonsangel68dragonsangel68 on January 24th, 2008 11:16 pm (UTC)
Okay, so he was a stupid security guard *snorts*
I'm just me: pins in my eyesairmidm on January 24th, 2008 03:11 pm (UTC)
*giggle* Poor you, hon! Good luck on the rest of your trip! *hugs*
(love the icon, btw!)
Carrie Leigh: Chicago - happycarrie_leigh on January 24th, 2008 09:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you. It got significantly better after that.
I'm just me: wanted to be a vampairmidm on January 24th, 2008 11:25 pm (UTC)
Yay! I would hate for your whole trip to be ruined.
Brendan: Airplane! - Jive Ladybrendanm720 on January 24th, 2008 04:05 pm (UTC)

Airport Security is a joke, especially when you can go over to the freight end of things and walk right onto the tarmac.

Anyway... They always look at me funny when I go through because I have two cell phones and I take off my belt, and I have a pocket full of change, and sometimes I have my pager too...

I feel your pain.
Carrie Leigh: john cusakcarrie_leigh on January 24th, 2008 09:36 pm (UTC)
I had a laptop, and a cell phone, and my purse and of course I didn't remember to wear slip on shoes, so I had on knee high BOOTS, and I just LOATHE them (the security folks. Not my boots). The Amarillo security is more of a pain than LaGuardia. What does that tell you?
Brendan: Airplane - Oh Shitbrendanm720 on January 24th, 2008 10:25 pm (UTC)
It does not tell me anything... I've never had the "Pleasure" of flying through either of those airports.

Chicago, on the other hand... Don't ever commit the crime of flying in from freaking England. Just saying.
Carrie Leigh: Sarcasm Societycarrie_leigh on January 24th, 2008 10:28 pm (UTC)
O'Hare is quite a delight.
Brendan: Airplane! - Jive Ladybrendanm720 on January 24th, 2008 10:31 pm (UTC)
I find myself in complete agreement with you.

Even Heathrow wasn't that big of a pain in the ass.
nbaeker: sighnbaeker on January 24th, 2008 06:07 pm (UTC)
I wouldn't know, having never flown, but they threatened my 19 year old sister in law with a strip search; it was her first time flying. I'm pretty sure they weren't even going to get a girl to do it...

She cried and they let her go, but seriously. It's sad that airport security have more ability to strip you of your rights than POLICE.
Carrie Leighcarrie_leigh on January 24th, 2008 09:36 pm (UTC)
They're idiots.
seegrimseegrim on January 24th, 2008 08:08 pm (UTC)
My favorite airport security experience was in October of 2002. I was flying with my four-month-old still in a car seat and of course I had to remove her from it, but then I also had to take off my shoes (etc.) and then they all just stared at me after as I tried to comfort crying baby and put my shoes back on--all without a chair or anything to set the car seat on, etc. I was SO ticked. Yes, I realize it's important for security, but a little help, or a chair even? Thanks.

Anyway, can I safely assume you were allowed on the plane and have begun your little trip?
Carrie Leighcarrie_leigh on January 24th, 2008 09:38 pm (UTC)
And people wonder why I'm so misanthropic. Some people.

When is Becca's birthday?

Aaron's is March 11, 2002.

My trip has been very nice so far, other than the scathing looks from little old ladies in the lobby of the hotel. :D
(Anonymous) on January 24th, 2008 10:15 pm (UTC)
July 28, 2002. :)

Perhaps instead of smiling at the old ladies you should have bitch-slapped them? (And you SO know I'm just joking).
seegrimseegrim on January 24th, 2008 10:16 pm (UTC)
Sorry, I didn't realize I wasn't signed in. :)
Carrie Leigh: bad examplecarrie_leigh on January 24th, 2008 10:21 pm (UTC)
I could've asked them if they'd like my size 7 1/2 Italian Leather boot up their backside? That would've worked. Why didn't I think of that?
seegrim: boydsmileseegrim on January 24th, 2008 10:23 pm (UTC)
That might've been tough though, explaining to Nolan why you'd been asked to leave the hotel and were now staying at the Super 8 the remainder of your stay.
Carrie Leighcarrie_leigh on January 24th, 2008 10:27 pm (UTC)
No, La Quinta.

That's Spanish for "next to Denny's."
seegrimseegrim on January 24th, 2008 10:40 pm (UTC)
rupert_talley: Snape rupert_talley on January 25th, 2008 01:52 am (UTC)
LOL I had a true horror story that I should share on my journal.

A few years ago I went with a large group to Florida. On my trip I hurt myself very badly. My middle toe got broke, I had my middle fingernail pulled out of it's bed, and I literally had a black and blue mass of bruises from my shoulder down my arm. Hobbling to go through secruity on our way back home, I get pulled aside. My bring on bag had explosive residue detected in it. I laughed and said "yea, right." My fife was a large man who said, "I'm being serious mame." Mame??? Shit this doesn't look good. Took information and I got the stick thing done. My name is now forever stuck between Muhammad and Bin Laden on some security data base.
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Carrie Leighcarrie_leigh on January 25th, 2008 05:09 pm (UTC)

Oh, yes, absolutely. I'm sure they did.
dL: bat bogeydieloreley on January 26th, 2008 05:33 pm (UTC)
URGH. Airport/customs people SUCK. We were going through Hong Kong customs yesterday (or was it Macau?). Either way, Dad got rejected from the HK residents line (which was otherwise EMPTY) because the rest of us weren't residents and then when we went to the 'visitors' queue, the lady (woman) counted the passports and stated that we didn't have 5 people. So I carefully counted them out for her (in English in my absolute frustration -- "one, two, three - ohh, look, there's a child!, four, five"). And then she looked at our photos and asked which one was Dad. I mean, are you serious?! Man, lady, 2 teenagers, one 6 year old boy. And then she wanted my hat and glasses off so that she could see for sure it was me.

By the time we were done there, I was ready to Avada Kedavra the whole staff. And of course, it didn't help I had an awful morning to start off with. Poor people in my way. *mirthless laugh*