Ooh, wifey was not a happy bunny getting through security yesterday.
To begin with we had to complete luggage tags for all bags which we have never had to do for hand luggage. We get stopped and duly fill in our details, I go through yet wifey gets tugged again- she needs one for her handbag too. That being the case, why did we only get two labels at check-in? Anyway, back of the queue again, she's found a spare tag on the floor and we're in.
Then as she puts her gear through the ex ray - she is stopped from stepping through the metal detector and rudely re-directed to an entirely different closed off section to be frisked by special "ladies" security staff. Not in itself a problem except this is a closed off area and so she couldn't keep an eye on her luggage - including the precious handbag containing all her worldly goods. Wifey is getting seriously fucked off.
Next comes the scissor episode but we clear that and we eventually get our boarding call. As we get our tickets checked, I go through and wifey is stopped a third time- no security stamp on her luggage label. In their confusion over the scissors, they've forgotten to stamp the card and the gadgy with the gun is having none of it, even calling over his supervisor.
We go back to the end of the queue again, get stamped and finally make it onto the plane without getting arrested for GBH.
To begin with we had to complete luggage tags for all bags which we have never had to do for hand luggage. We get stopped and duly fill in our details, I go through yet wifey gets tugged again- she needs one for her handbag too. That being the case, why did we only get two labels at check-in? Anyway, back of the queue again, she's found a spare tag on the floor and we're in.
Then as she puts her gear through the ex ray - she is stopped from stepping through the metal detector and rudely re-directed to an entirely different closed off section to be frisked by special "ladies" security staff. Not in itself a problem except this is a closed off area and so she couldn't keep an eye on her luggage - including the precious handbag containing all her worldly goods. Wifey is getting seriously fucked off.
Next comes the scissor episode but we clear that and we eventually get our boarding call. As we get our tickets checked, I go through and wifey is stopped a third time- no security stamp on her luggage label. In their confusion over the scissors, they've forgotten to stamp the card and the gadgy with the gun is having none of it, even calling over his supervisor.
We go back to the end of the queue again, get stamped and finally make it onto the plane without getting arrested for GBH.
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