I can’t help but giggle when I think about how my morning began. I woke up naturally, showered and dressed and made the bus to departures.
So far so good!
A nice man in wheelchair services picked me up to go through TSA Precheck to the gate. I was asked if I could walk into their special machine. Sure no problem.
Well, that’s when a young, but rather militant TSA Agent grabbed my arm and told me to sit down.
She came at me with a weird machine and grabbed my hands. The machine supposedly can tell if you have been near “powder of any kind”. Then she called for a full frisking and a search of my bags!
I shut up recognizing that anything I said would only be bad for me.
By this time I had three other TSA Agents attending the search. Carefully packed personal lady items flew from my bag!
I did not want to laugh, but I am a nearly 68 year old granny with mobility issues. Putting on my watch in the morning is a challenge! But I knew the first agent “picked me” for whatever reason.
Ah, the fun!
Most of you know my late husband was a Captain for both Pan Am and Delta. I have a healthy respect for all security. I would, however not go out of my way to select a TSA Prechecked granny to give the full monty of searches to!
Was I angry? No, that’s the most action me or my clothes have seen since Jack died.
I made it to the gate and all was well. But I admit to giggling and smiling.
My late husband would have found none of it amusing. And I guess that made me laugh too!