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• Friday, July 11, 2008 08:29 AM

  It's a game now

  I travel a lot for work and the only way I can stand airport security is to make it a game - to see how much I can get thru. It's that or vibrate with rage thru the process, which will get me arrested.

  When lighters weren't allowed, I discovered *no one* looks at a 45 year old woman's butt. I placed my smokes and lighter in the back pocket of my snug jeans and strolled thru security. Never got caught. Never.

  Refusing to believe in the Magical Powers of the Ziplock Bag, I have several .5 ounce or smaller containers of lotion and eye drops in my purse and computer bag. Rarely are they confiscated, and when one has been, I've been told I can't take all of them, I have to pick one, in some bizarre Sophie's Choice for personal products. Hmmm, do I like the eye drops more or less then the lip gloss?

  Watching the chaos of everyone unloading their bags in bus trays to get thru security, there is no way this is secure. Rather, we look like refugees trying to get on the last plane with our pitiful belongings before the Communists arrive and the city falls.

  I've had my prescriptions stolen by the baggage people (I applaud the airline for finding another revenue stream to keep seat costs down), TSA has taken my TSA lock with no explanation but a note that they were in my bag at some point (good to know, I guess), I've had my bag come down the chute so destroyed my clothes were hanging out, I've had security want an explanation because the underwires in my bra made the hand-held wand buzz (I wound up with my blouse up around my neck to show the bra and offending underwires. *In the line.* Fortunately, it was my best black lacey bra but no one said later "Nice bra.")

  I'm supposed to respect these people? I think not.

  —sharonburton Read sharonburton's other letters
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