tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19873733.post408971975193970542..comments2023-05-08T11:00:44.090-05:00Comments on The Hedy Experience: More adventures with airport securityHedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00940638535923331779noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19873733.post-63461533215649320442007-04-25T17:36:00.000-05:002007-04-25T17:36:00.000-05:00Ah Hedy and Mr. Uk, they do check.Coming back from...Ah Hedy and Mr. Uk, they do check.<BR/><BR/>Coming back from Dallas week before last I checked a bag and carried on my laptop. I realized, after checking the bag that I'd forgotten to put a lighter in the checked bag, so I stuffed it into one of the many zippered compartments of the laptop bag.<BR/><BR/>Not having nice tits, and not having stalking horses to draw attention from the offending laptop bag, other than my shoes and jacket, I went through the magnetometer, specifically not looking back at the TSA guy looking at his screen over the enclosure holding my contraband.<BR/><BR/>Getting to the end of the system, I stood and looked back. He was staring, and staring and staring.<BR/><BR/>In a piercing voice he called the supervisor over to look at what he described as "suspected contraband here."<BR/><BR/>Busted.<BR/><BR/>All five TSA employees converged and agreed that the Bic was indeed what it seemed to be. The supervisor, holding it in the air, looked my way and since I was the only person past the contraption, asked me "is this your's?" I smiled and confessed to forgeting. <BR/><BR/>He wasn't listening as he with showmanship put the Bic into an empty tissue box on top of a shelf.<BR/><BR/>Then he put the laptop, the shoes and the jacket back through the machine, at which point all the change that I had stuffed into the same compartment with the Bic, fell off onto the belt. It took way too much time to scoop them up as I said "don't worry, just leave them," as the now fifteen people held up behind the magnatometer glared at me. <BR/><BR/>I need tits or something.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04411527807049220749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19873733.post-15465671785357873202007-04-25T11:05:00.000-05:002007-04-25T11:05:00.000-05:00More airport security fun...Going to Cooter Town (...More airport security fun...<BR/><BR/>Going to Cooter Town (some call it Little Rock, AR) last week, I put my three liquids/gels of choice in a regulation baggie, and dropped it into my backpack. I went through security, leaving the baggie in my backpack and NOT proudly displayed in it's own grey bin, and I came out the other end without a thumb in my other end. No mention of my bad form.<BR/><BR/>I think they're just there to scare you into compliance. They don't actually check anything.<BR/><BR/>Good luck in your life of crime.<BR/><BR/>-Mr. UkAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19873733.post-74827702109361685392007-04-25T10:28:00.000-05:002007-04-25T10:28:00.000-05:00P.s. Yes, your tits are nice..if I was a lesbian, ...P.s. Yes, your tits are nice..if I was a lesbian, I'd do you. :)<BR/>Always, <BR/>CrustyCRUSTY MOM-Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16147045282174189951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19873733.post-76840040730945894642007-04-25T10:27:00.000-05:002007-04-25T10:27:00.000-05:00not unlike the many gallons of gas I experience on...not unlike the many gallons of gas I experience on a daily basis from my darling hairy Jewish hubby...at least yours is prolly less potent.<BR/>The airport would go into EXTREME LOCKDOWN on the scents of his magical wonder..At least I know how he gets all his back hair. :)<BR/>Always,<BR/>CrustyCRUSTY MOM-Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16147045282174189951noreply@blogger.com