Seriously. My uncle says that everyone who flies non-rev stand-by (i.e. on a free ticket given by an airline employee) gets super special screening. Why? I ask you, why? I can only assume that the TSA thinks airline employees are giving free tickets to terrorists. Terrorists wearing yellow Old Navy polo shirts and flowery Hush Puppy mary janes. Sketchy to the max.
That said, I love the mountain time zone.
Update (8/11/06): Apparently, my sketchy status is not because I was flying non-rev stand-by. I flew JetBlue with a fully paid ticket Monday night/Tuesday morning back to New York and again received Super Special Screening. (Was my Fraggle Rock t-shirt the give away?) I think the TSA and I need to have ourselves a little chat.
Check out this story. Apparently, this genius showed up late without a ticket. He then threw a hissy fit when Homeland Security made him go through special security screenings.
“We responded with the dignity of Venezuelan revolutionaries … with strength,” Maduro told reporters at Venezuela’s mission to the U.N. “It’s a Nazi government, a racist government.”
If this is how U.S. authorities treat a foreign minister, he said, “what won’t they do to Arab people for wearing a turban?”
Haha… you know their argument is morally superior once they play the Nazi card. And about treating Arabs like that? If only.
He gets no sympathy from me. Especially because every time I fly from the Denver airport, I get what I like to call “super special screening.” Yeah, the losers seem to think that a 19 year old Christian white girl - who is usually dressed in pink or some preppy college clothing, a little teary eyed from leaving parents, just wanting an uneventful trip back to New York - looks like she wants to blow up a plane. Last time I was flying on a free family pass that my uncle gave to me. He was right there with me, an employee of the airport. Of course they pull me aside and make me walk through “the puffer” which is exactly what it sounds like. Then they searched through every last bit of my carryon luggage. I wasn’t sure when to laugh harder - when the guy pulled out my Bible or my Precious Moments coloring book.
That said, this story really cracked me up. That’ll teach the Venezuelans to call our President the devil.
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