SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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My wife is a beautiful younger lady of 38 years. She has some scars and some after market parts. Some of these parts include a Stainless Rod and Cable in her back as well as a Stainless Rib. Like me she carries a card detailing these parts. (No I won't go into my after market parts. Let's just say I call the hospital the Body and Fender Shop.)
We hit the airport early so we can go through security. We know the drill. We both have our cards out along with our boarding passes and I.D.'s. We pick the slowest looking lane in the security check point and start on our way.
Now both of us emptied our paockets and took off our boots. Hell I even took off my belt because of the buckle. I stepped through first, showing my boarding pass, I.D and Prosthetics Card. The machine beeped and the guy there didn't even blink. Then my wife stepped through after showing her card and I.D.
The guy started to get aggitated. He waved his wand over my wife several times and had her step through the detector a total of four times. I could see that my wife was getting a bit aggitated so I asked another T.S.A. Official to call for the supervisor, which was done.
The Supervisor shows up and starts with the wanding and detection on my wife again. He talked with my wife a bit and looked at her card then had her go through the detector again. By this time I was starting to smile while my wife was getting steamed. There was a line forming and people were getting pissed. My wife told the T.S.A. officials several times she had prosthetics and they seemed to ignore her. The local Police sshowed up and they started in with the questions. The local Police were satisfied by what my wife told them but the T.S.A. guys weren't.
Finally my wife had enough. She was pissed and I was starting to get irritated. Not a good combination. The Police told the T.S.A. guys that they were happy with the test results and the T.S.A. guys stated they weren't. My wife had gone through enough. She had demanded several times to go into the side room to be checked and they had ignored her. They just kept wanding her and giving her a hard time.
The guard came at my wife again with the wand and she reacted. In one fluid motion she reached down and grabbing the hem of her sweater pulled it over her head. Tossing this down on the table she turned to the guard and asked him if he was satisfied she wasn't carrying a bomb or did he want her to drop her pants as well so he could get his kicks. (I should mention here that my wife doesn't wear bras.)
The main supervisor finally showed up as my wife was standing there topless and demanded an explanation. People were gabbling up a storm. The Police gave their version as did the guard and his immediate super. The people waiting in line added their input while my wife stood there and steamed. The Airport Super turned to my wife and asked her to put on her shirt as she was creating a scene and she told him to blow it out his ass. She would get dressed when his people were happy she wasn't carrying a bomb.
By the time everything was said and done my wife had the appologies of the Airport Supervisor of the T.S.A. and the admiration of many other passengers.
Cat
We hit the airport early so we can go through security. We know the drill. We both have our cards out along with our boarding passes and I.D.'s. We pick the slowest looking lane in the security check point and start on our way.
Now both of us emptied our paockets and took off our boots. Hell I even took off my belt because of the buckle. I stepped through first, showing my boarding pass, I.D and Prosthetics Card. The machine beeped and the guy there didn't even blink. Then my wife stepped through after showing her card and I.D.
The guy started to get aggitated. He waved his wand over my wife several times and had her step through the detector a total of four times. I could see that my wife was getting a bit aggitated so I asked another T.S.A. Official to call for the supervisor, which was done.
The Supervisor shows up and starts with the wanding and detection on my wife again. He talked with my wife a bit and looked at her card then had her go through the detector again. By this time I was starting to smile while my wife was getting steamed. There was a line forming and people were getting pissed. My wife told the T.S.A. officials several times she had prosthetics and they seemed to ignore her. The local Police sshowed up and they started in with the questions. The local Police were satisfied by what my wife told them but the T.S.A. guys weren't.
Finally my wife had enough. She was pissed and I was starting to get irritated. Not a good combination. The Police told the T.S.A. guys that they were happy with the test results and the T.S.A. guys stated they weren't. My wife had gone through enough. She had demanded several times to go into the side room to be checked and they had ignored her. They just kept wanding her and giving her a hard time.
The guard came at my wife again with the wand and she reacted. In one fluid motion she reached down and grabbing the hem of her sweater pulled it over her head. Tossing this down on the table she turned to the guard and asked him if he was satisfied she wasn't carrying a bomb or did he want her to drop her pants as well so he could get his kicks. (I should mention here that my wife doesn't wear bras.)
The main supervisor finally showed up as my wife was standing there topless and demanded an explanation. People were gabbling up a storm. The Police gave their version as did the guard and his immediate super. The people waiting in line added their input while my wife stood there and steamed. The Airport Super turned to my wife and asked her to put on her shirt as she was creating a scene and she told him to blow it out his ass. She would get dressed when his people were happy she wasn't carrying a bomb.
By the time everything was said and done my wife had the appologies of the Airport Supervisor of the T.S.A. and the admiration of many other passengers.
Cat