dmr
Registered Abuser
To make a short story long ... 🙂
McCarran Airport, Las Vegas, Terminal C, Southwest. Usually Monday morning is very crowded and zooey, but this was an early flight and I was early for it, just after 5:00 (too {expletive} early!) in the morning, and it was not busy at all.
I had all the ducks in a row, maybe 20 assorted rolls, some exposed, some unexposed, all in a baggie, none in canisters, all ready to inspect. The conversation went like this:
Me: (holding up baggie) May I have a hand inspection on this, please.
He: If it's less than 800 it goes through the machine.
Me: I would like a hand inspection, please.
He: Is is 800?
Me: Some of it is.
He: Take out the 800, put the rest through the machine.
Me: I would like a hand inspection on all of it, please.
He: I don't know if I can do that.
Me: Can you find out, please.
He grumbled and took the baggie and walked off, and I proceeded to do the requisite strip-tease in order to pass through the metal detector.
When I got through and got dressed again for the second time this morning, the guy was standing there with a supervisor who was kind of fumbling with the bag. The supervisor told the inspector to "go help out on aisle 5" or something like that and he asked if the bag was mine, and then he motioned for me to follow him.
He led me over to a little booth which had not one, but two Nasty-Stuff-O-Matic detector machines. He took out maybe 5 of the rolls and carefully swabbed them off with a circular wipe, then put the wipe in the Nasty-Stuff-O-Matic, which gave a yellow (not green for some reason) indication on each one, then he put them back in the baggie, smiled (>SHOCK<) and handed back to me. I then went on my way to catch the shuttle train to the gate.
I assume the guy was kinda new. He really didn't refuse, but he sure tried to discourage the hand inspection.
First time I've ever had that happen.
Oh well, so it goes ... and so do I. 🙂
McCarran Airport, Las Vegas, Terminal C, Southwest. Usually Monday morning is very crowded and zooey, but this was an early flight and I was early for it, just after 5:00 (too {expletive} early!) in the morning, and it was not busy at all.
I had all the ducks in a row, maybe 20 assorted rolls, some exposed, some unexposed, all in a baggie, none in canisters, all ready to inspect. The conversation went like this:
Me: (holding up baggie) May I have a hand inspection on this, please.
He: If it's less than 800 it goes through the machine.
Me: I would like a hand inspection, please.
He: Is is 800?
Me: Some of it is.
He: Take out the 800, put the rest through the machine.
Me: I would like a hand inspection on all of it, please.
He: I don't know if I can do that.
Me: Can you find out, please.
He grumbled and took the baggie and walked off, and I proceeded to do the requisite strip-tease in order to pass through the metal detector.
When I got through and got dressed again for the second time this morning, the guy was standing there with a supervisor who was kind of fumbling with the bag. The supervisor told the inspector to "go help out on aisle 5" or something like that and he asked if the bag was mine, and then he motioned for me to follow him.
He led me over to a little booth which had not one, but two Nasty-Stuff-O-Matic detector machines. He took out maybe 5 of the rolls and carefully swabbed them off with a circular wipe, then put the wipe in the Nasty-Stuff-O-Matic, which gave a yellow (not green for some reason) indication on each one, then he put them back in the baggie, smiled (>SHOCK<) and handed back to me. I then went on my way to catch the shuttle train to the gate.
I assume the guy was kinda new. He really didn't refuse, but he sure tried to discourage the hand inspection.
First time I've ever had that happen.
Oh well, so it goes ... and so do I. 🙂
