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.
Pthththth.
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.
Pthththth.
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(love the icon, btw!)
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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.
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Chicago, on the other hand... Don't ever commit the crime of flying in from freaking England. Just saying.
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Even Heathrow wasn't that big of a pain in the ass.
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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.
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Anyway, can I safely assume you were allowed on the plane and have begun your little trip?
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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
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Perhaps instead of smiling at the old ladies you should have bitch-slapped them? (And you SO know I'm just joking).
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That's Spanish for "next to Denny's."
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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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Those two jets of air totally saved our country. *snort*
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Oh, yes, absolutely. I'm sure they did.
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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*