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Get this.
So I show up for work at JFK. A very nice and soft spoken Jamaican woman signs me in with the Capt and FE.
I'm the first to get the wand. You know, it's real casual, more like a blessing than "assume the position!"
Next she opens my bag and rifles through my skivvies and socks. I realize I should be watching closely but I haven't had any coffee and, you know, there're rumors to catch up on, etc...
When she finishes looking in my bag, instead of a real quick ZIP, she sort of closes the zipper with a very slow and deliberate ziiiiiiiiiiiip.
And then she turns around and looks me in the eye. She looks like she wants to tell me something.
Perhaps my fly is undone.
Do I have a booger on my nose?
Do I wanna go out sometime, you know, for coffee?
She says carefully, under her breath, "I noticed...you have...a bottle. In your bag."
It's true. I had a 200ml bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label that I bought across the street from the Five Towns Motor Inn.
"Yeah," I said in my normal voice, "that's right," with a slight shrug of the shoulders.
Again, very discretely, so as not to tip off the other crewmembers, she asks, "Is that allowed?"
I didn't mean to laugh at her, but it cracked me up. "Yeah! Sure, as long as it's not in the cockpit."
At this point the other guys turned around, I collect my bags, "Next!"
After I thought about it for a second I thought maybe I should be pissed. After all her job is to look for bombs and weapons--not to enforce company policy or FARs--not that I was in violation of either.
But she was so damn sweet about it, the way she lowered her voice and used her best discretion so as not to rat me out to the other crewmembers.
That's my story.
So I show up for work at JFK. A very nice and soft spoken Jamaican woman signs me in with the Capt and FE.
I'm the first to get the wand. You know, it's real casual, more like a blessing than "assume the position!"
Next she opens my bag and rifles through my skivvies and socks. I realize I should be watching closely but I haven't had any coffee and, you know, there're rumors to catch up on, etc...
When she finishes looking in my bag, instead of a real quick ZIP, she sort of closes the zipper with a very slow and deliberate ziiiiiiiiiiiip.
And then she turns around and looks me in the eye. She looks like she wants to tell me something.
Perhaps my fly is undone.
Do I have a booger on my nose?
Do I wanna go out sometime, you know, for coffee?
She says carefully, under her breath, "I noticed...you have...a bottle. In your bag."
It's true. I had a 200ml bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label that I bought across the street from the Five Towns Motor Inn.
"Yeah," I said in my normal voice, "that's right," with a slight shrug of the shoulders.
Again, very discretely, so as not to tip off the other crewmembers, she asks, "Is that allowed?"
I didn't mean to laugh at her, but it cracked me up. "Yeah! Sure, as long as it's not in the cockpit."
At this point the other guys turned around, I collect my bags, "Next!"
After I thought about it for a second I thought maybe I should be pissed. After all her job is to look for bombs and weapons--not to enforce company policy or FARs--not that I was in violation of either.
But she was so damn sweet about it, the way she lowered her voice and used her best discretion so as not to rat me out to the other crewmembers.
That's my story.
