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It's been awhile since we've had a really good TSA slam session.
I think it's time to smack around everyone's favorite punching bag: The TSA.
Post your true stories of the most useless government agency since the FDA. Extra points for biting sarcastic humor.
Here's mine:
I'm off for an interview. I'm carrying a brown leather attache--the kind that has a flap that folds over the top and buckles in front.
I place the bag in the x-ray (with my jacket, shoes, keys, cell phone, pen, loose change, id badge and lucky rabbit's foot) and go to wait on the other side.
As I go for my shoes I'm approached by one of our uniformed friends. She has my bag and I know she wants to look in it.
"Go ahead," I tell her. My bag only contains logbooks, job applications, notes, my checkbook, certificates, etc.
I'm tying my shoes as she riffles through my bag. She's already made two complete sweeps, front to back, and still hasn't found what she's looking for.
I ask, "What'd'ya see?"
"A piece of metal."
"Really? Well there's only paper in there."
"Yes sir. I'm gonna send it through the x-ray one more time."
Now I watch as she returns to the machine, tells her supervisor she needs to zap my bag again and four TSA Agents of Terror huddle around the screen scratching their heads at what they see. The bag emerges from the other end, is returned to the front of the machine but this time resting on its opposite side and again it's zapped for the third time in 10 minutes.
On this third pass I see the light bulb come on over one of their heads--Embarrassed chuckles from two of them--and the delightful young woman who probably failed the checkride on the french fry frier at McDonalds and is now earning $18/hr protecting me from my own bag is handing it back to me with eyes lowered in obvious embarrassment thanking me for being so patient and to have a nice flight.
Three x-ray passes and four agents to "discover" the buckle on the OUTSIDE of my bag!!!
Epilogue: I didn't pass the interview because the interviewer thought my logbooks were "cooked." Sort of.
I think it's time to smack around everyone's favorite punching bag: The TSA.
Post your true stories of the most useless government agency since the FDA. Extra points for biting sarcastic humor.
Here's mine:
I'm off for an interview. I'm carrying a brown leather attache--the kind that has a flap that folds over the top and buckles in front.
I place the bag in the x-ray (with my jacket, shoes, keys, cell phone, pen, loose change, id badge and lucky rabbit's foot) and go to wait on the other side.
As I go for my shoes I'm approached by one of our uniformed friends. She has my bag and I know she wants to look in it.
"Go ahead," I tell her. My bag only contains logbooks, job applications, notes, my checkbook, certificates, etc.
I'm tying my shoes as she riffles through my bag. She's already made two complete sweeps, front to back, and still hasn't found what she's looking for.
I ask, "What'd'ya see?"
"A piece of metal."
"Really? Well there's only paper in there."
"Yes sir. I'm gonna send it through the x-ray one more time."
Now I watch as she returns to the machine, tells her supervisor she needs to zap my bag again and four TSA Agents of Terror huddle around the screen scratching their heads at what they see. The bag emerges from the other end, is returned to the front of the machine but this time resting on its opposite side and again it's zapped for the third time in 10 minutes.
On this third pass I see the light bulb come on over one of their heads--Embarrassed chuckles from two of them--and the delightful young woman who probably failed the checkride on the french fry frier at McDonalds and is now earning $18/hr protecting me from my own bag is handing it back to me with eyes lowered in obvious embarrassment thanking me for being so patient and to have a nice flight.
Three x-ray passes and four agents to "discover" the buckle on the OUTSIDE of my bag!!!
Epilogue: I didn't pass the interview because the interviewer thought my logbooks were "cooked." Sort of.
