Airports are FUN -.-
Feb. 5th, 2011 11:19 pmThis is what I've learned: Even if you have the note saying "DO NOT TOUCH" that's signed by an actual medical professional there are still dicks who work for the TSA who want to disregard that. I actually showed up four hours early for my flights. The dude at security check in NYC got my note and wanted me to go through the backscatter thingum. I said no because my mutation is weird enough and I don't know if radiation has any potential effect because I am not tech/science guy here and it's not worth the risk. (Has anyone even tried to do testing or whatever to find out if there's any effect on mutation?)
So,the pat down. You know they call it an "enhanced" pat down now? I've dated people who haven't groped me that thoroughly. They tried to make me strip off my layers. I only took my sweatshirt off. They wanted some of the other layers of shirts. I said no. They pressed it. I waved the letter in their face. They wanted me to strip from the waist up. I said no. They insisted. So I told the guy he was too stupid for me to trust that close to me half-naked. Apparently he thought I was like coming onto him or something. So then I started to flirt with him to make him uncomfortable. Apparently he's a homophobe and a mutant-phobe. Awesome. I think he wanted me out of the way as soon as possible so he gave up on the stripping thing and just did the pat down. (Insert major gropage here.) And then he was really stupid. That letter I have says to not partake in any contact with my skin. And then he shoves his latex gloved fingers down inside the waistband of my pants without even telling me he's gonna do it. (Wow, inappropriate much?) There was barely anything left of his glove by time I ripped his hand away and he's lucky I've learned to control direction of decay or part of his hand would have been gone. He threw a serious fit.
And then I got to sit there for a few hours while they sorted stuff out eventually pulled their heads outta their own butts. I made my flight, but just barely.
Alaska gave me no problems on my way back. None. I like them, they can stay. TSA in NYC, though, they gotta go.
Alaska was awesome, though. It was massively cold, but I didn't really hang out outdoors all day most of the time either. I went to this St Lawrence Island and took a day trip out to see glaciers. I've got almost a whole sketchbook filled. It was maybe my favorite place I've been. Amazing sunrises and sunsets, too. (Jean-Paul, I have some sunset sketches for you, but no actual pictures.)
In sum: TSA dude are sometimes total idiots, and Alaska rocks (and is real pretty).
So,the pat down. You know they call it an "enhanced" pat down now? I've dated people who haven't groped me that thoroughly. They tried to make me strip off my layers. I only took my sweatshirt off. They wanted some of the other layers of shirts. I said no. They pressed it. I waved the letter in their face. They wanted me to strip from the waist up. I said no. They insisted. So I told the guy he was too stupid for me to trust that close to me half-naked. Apparently he thought I was like coming onto him or something. So then I started to flirt with him to make him uncomfortable. Apparently he's a homophobe and a mutant-phobe. Awesome. I think he wanted me out of the way as soon as possible so he gave up on the stripping thing and just did the pat down. (Insert major gropage here.) And then he was really stupid. That letter I have says to not partake in any contact with my skin. And then he shoves his latex gloved fingers down inside the waistband of my pants without even telling me he's gonna do it. (Wow, inappropriate much?) There was barely anything left of his glove by time I ripped his hand away and he's lucky I've learned to control direction of decay or part of his hand would have been gone. He threw a serious fit.
And then I got to sit there for a few hours while they sorted stuff out eventually pulled their heads outta their own butts. I made my flight, but just barely.
Alaska gave me no problems on my way back. None. I like them, they can stay. TSA in NYC, though, they gotta go.
Alaska was awesome, though. It was massively cold, but I didn't really hang out outdoors all day most of the time either. I went to this St Lawrence Island and took a day trip out to see glaciers. I've got almost a whole sketchbook filled. It was maybe my favorite place I've been. Amazing sunrises and sunsets, too. (Jean-Paul, I have some sunset sketches for you, but no actual pictures.)
In sum: TSA dude are sometimes total idiots, and Alaska rocks (and is real pretty).