I’ve come to really hate flying since 9/11. Take your shoes off. Take your jacket off. Take your laptop out. Take your camera out. Take your belt off. Your watch, too. Cellphone out of the pocket. Now walk through the metal detector…*beep*
A shout. Male Assist, Please!
The gang at Dulles are my least favorite, though BWI aren’t far behind. And of course, all of them aren’t protecting us for a damn. That’s right, they went 0 for 21 in detecting bomb-making materials as they passed through checkpoints. Way to go, TSA.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
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