Rose Law Group Reporter Gripe of the Week
Airport security is a real pain in the you-know-what, but some TSA personnel know how to ease the pain by being cordial and smiling. I wish I had met one on a recent flight from New Mexico to Phoenix.
I hadn’t even picked up those silly tubs you place your life’s work in when a TSA dude asked, “Are you 75 or older?”
“No.”
“Then take off your shoes.”
I know the TSA this week reversed a decision to allow the carry-on of “small knives,” but I didn’t know a 75-year-old could keep on his shoes when checking security.
Next, I’m into the body scanner. As I step out, I’m told to stand on a pad with footprints.
“What’s in your left rear pocket,” Mr. Growl asked.
“Nothing, we have to empty our pockets before coming through here.”
“I may have to touch your buttocks.” (A million smart-ass remarks came to mind,)
“Hold out your palms.”
He wands my palms for ricin or TNT residue and says he’ll be right back.
Finally, I get the signal: I’m not a terrorist.
I went to the gate, gleeful the dude didn’t touch my stuff.
