The Scene: Atlanta AirportI had just had a delicious goat cheese turkey burger and glass of Leyda Chilean wine when I realized I still had another hour and half before my flight. Sooo....
I refused to take off my shoes. Well sort of, lol. I was wearing a gown so my feet were covered and I almost made it past the first agent until I carelessly pulled my dress by its hem in order to walk.
"Take off your shoes before you go ma'am" she said.
"But I'm wearing sandals."
"Still have to take them off too."
I took pages from your book about wanting to see the Federal regulation stating I had to take off my shoes. She told me how "they didn't do that" like a robot with a bad script. I asked for her supervisor. A woman, and I make no exaggerations here, she looked like that security officer that Martin Lawrence played on his sitcom...the wig was so terribly dry and matted and she wore the most hideous glasses. But she was an old lady so I tried not to laugh. She says nothing as she walks up to me. More like she was surprised she would have an opportunity to speak with a flyer. I started for her..
"Hi, I was told by this lady that I would need to take off my shoes to pass through security, even though I'm wearing thong sand-
"Yes, we have 100% all shoe policy. You must take off your shoes or you cannot pass through"
I ask to see this in writing.
"Ma'am we don't do that here. Now are you gonna comply with the rules now?"
"No, I don't think I will. Can I speak to your supervisor?"
She gives me the nastiest look as I step aside to let the others pass me. She lets loose now.
"All
these people here, all these people take off their shoes ma'am and you
don't think you should have to? Why do you think if all these people
take off their shoes why do you think you shouldn't have to? Are you any
better than them?
(That's debatable I say to myself)
"Soo..you're not going to let me speak to your supervisor?"
She walks off and brings back a super summo powerhouse fat lady that is about to pop. I'm intimidated. She's going to eat me.
She speaks:
"yes ma'am, how are you?"
"I'm fine," I say, explaining the situation and coming to similar conclusions.
"Well
ma'am that's our TSA policy. All passengers are required to take off
their shoes. You didn't take off your shoes at the other airports?"
(damn.) "I wore socks. I'm wearing sandals now and I simply don't feel up to touching your floors."
"You don't have socks in your bags?"
"No."
"Well ma'am if you wont take off your shoes, I'll have to escort you out"
I look at her like I wish you would. She begins again:
"...but what I will do, if you like, I'll get some towels and sanitizer and wipe your feet for you. Would you like that?"
I think and agree that I have now heard it all. "Ok" I say.
I can hear the lady with the matted down wig asking what the verdict would be. She tells her that she will be wiping my feet and the lady with the bad hair gets sour faced.
I take off my sandals, walk through and as soon as I reach the other side my agent supervisor meets me at a chair directing me to have a seat and assists me by wiping the small bit of dirt from my feet.
I respect her decision (no matter who the initial idea came from) in understanding that people don't mind losing their freedoms when they are given some dignity back.
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With a nice body too:)
damn. what's good. lol
OHH!!! I forgot to tell you my TSA story DV! lmao....
The Scene: Atlanta Airport
I had just had a delicious goat cheese turkey burger and glass of Leyda Chilean wine when I realized I still had another hour and half before my flight. Sooo....
I refused to take off my shoes. Well sort of, lol. I was wearing a gown so my feet were covered and I almost made it past the first agent until I carelessly pulled my dress by its hem in order to walk.
"Take off your shoes before you go ma'am" she said.
"But I'm wearing sandals."
"Still have to take them off too."
I took pages from your book about wanting to see the Federal regulation stating I had to take off my shoes. She told me how "they didn't do that" like a robot with a bad script. I asked for her supervisor. A woman, and I make no exaggerations here, she looked like that security officer that Martin Lawrence played on his sitcom...the wig was so terribly dry and matted and she wore the most hideous glasses. But she was an old lady so I tried not to laugh. She says nothing as she walks up to me. More like she was surprised she would have an opportunity to speak with a flyer. I started for her..
"Hi, I was told by this lady that I would need to take off my shoes to pass through security, even though I'm wearing thong sand-
"Yes, we have 100% all shoe policy. You must take off your shoes or you cannot pass through"
I ask to see this in writing.
"Ma'am we don't do that here. Now are you gonna comply with the rules now?"
"No, I don't think I will. Can I speak to your supervisor?"
She gives me the nastiest look as I step aside to let the others pass me. She lets loose now.
"All these people here, all these people take off their shoes ma'am and you don't think you should have to? Why do you think if all these people take off their shoes why do you think you shouldn't have to? Are you any better than them?
(That's debatable I say to myself)
"Soo..you're not going to let me speak to your supervisor?"
She walks off and brings back a super summo powerhouse fat lady that is about to pop. I'm intimidated. She's going to eat me.
She speaks:
"yes ma'am, how are you?"
"I'm fine, I say, explaining the situation and coming to similar conclusions.
"Well ma'am that's our TSA policy. All passengers are required to take off their shoes. You didn't take off your shoes at the other airports?"
(damn.) "I wore socks. I'm wearing sandals now and I simply don't feel up to touching your floors."
"You don't have socks in your bags?"
"No."
"Well ma'am if you wont take off your shoes, I'll have to escort you out"
I look at her like I wish you would. She begins again:
"...but what I will do, if you like, I'll get some towels and sanitizer and wipe your feet for you. Would you like that?"
I think and agree that I have now heard it all. "Ok, I say.
I can hear the lady with the matted down wig asking what the verdict would be. She tells her that she will be wiping my feet and the lady with the bad hair gets sour faced.
I take off my sandals, walk through and as soon as I reach the other side my agent supervisor meets me at a chair directing me to have a seat and assists me by wiping the small bit of dirt from my feet.
I respect her decision (no matter who the initial idea came from) in understanding that people don't mind losing their freedoms when they are given some dignity back.
Mahogany:
About 4 weeks ago I was flying. They told me to take everything out of our pockets.
I typically leave my bill fold in my pocket as it never sets off the machine.
Well I learned the hard way to listen to what they say.
I was sent through the 'Electronic Stripping Machine" instead of the metal detector.
I was stopped on the way out by a big burly White man who told me "Sorry sir. They told me that you have something in your pocket. I AM GOING TO HAVE TO RUN MY HAND ACROSS YOUR BUTTOCKS TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU ARE NOT CARRYING CONTRABAND".
If the sista in the other line did the same - I would have bent over for her. I have no fantasy that includes a "Big Burly White Man" running his hand on my butt.
I learned my lesson.
The next time they tell you to take everything out - DO SO.
Wow. Super summo powerhouse fat lady about to pop. Mary Magdalene.
@O. Mahogany and Constructive Feedback,
both of your airport stories are hilarious!
@Constructive
Ewwwww! lol. Yeah, I remember they asked me to do that too and I asked who would be checking me...only there was a clearly butchy girl on the other end waiting to check me. Hell nahhh....I took the body scan that day.
So DV, *smiles with bright eyes*, who's the gentlemen on display? Just asking. Is he in Georgia as his neck piece suggests? lol
Damn, long term increased risk of cancer/sterility/gene mutation, or molestation by big sweaty man. Decisions, decisions...
Yo DV, got some more "head crack" for you, m'boy.
Peep this article about how Thailand's mostly agrarian economy is vexing the NWO whores and globalist stooges. People who are self-sufficient are much harder to make slaves to their bastardized indentured servant economy.
I could see such a movement gaining traction here in the states.
I remember something my dad told me. His teacher asked all the students to ask their grandparents, who lived through the great depression, how it affected them. "Well son," great grandma said, "we grew our own food then and we grow our own food now, so it didn't really affect us very much at all."
A key quote:
"Of course, becoming self-sufficient is one step on the road to real empowerment. Academic wonks like Andrew Walker presume the height of empowerment is feeding a paper voting stub into a box, on your way home from a service sector job, and then relaxing behind the glow of a new plasma screen TV bought on credit. A more likely argument would be that sustaining your own existence, wrought from the land beneath your feet, and the ability to shape the world around you with an understanding of science and the mastery of multiple trades is the height of empowerment and the truest form of human freedom."
Thanks buddy for posting such a nice post. I love your works. And especially thanks for your real post @ "All these people here, all these people take off their shoes ma'am and you don't think you should have to? Why do you think if all these people take off their shoes why do you think you shouldn't have to? Are you any better than them?
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