It has been a long time since I have flown on a plane. The best I can recall, I haven’t flown since 9/11. As I am writing this blog, I am sitting in a terminal in the Atlanta Airport awaiting a flight. I would have to say that the most stressful part so far has been getting through TSA security. I know they have reasons for why we have to take off our belts and shoes. In fact, I would like that shoe bomber who caused this to be beat with shoes every time someone has to deal with going through airport security. Going through security is a lot like going through the line at the Varsity. A person is herded through the line. I honestly had no idea what I was doing. I took off as much as I could hoping to avoid being yelled at by the officer or enticing the ire of the passenger behind me. It was quite a disruptive experience.
When I finally got the necessary things in the buckets to run through the machines, I stepped into the chamber. I didn’t know where to face or where to put my hands and feet. Of course, there is a sign on the machine but I’m turning every which we like I am doing the Macarena. When I finally passed that obstacle, I then anxiously awaited my belongings. My shirt I was wearing came out in someone else’s bucket and then came my belt. I hastily tried to get my belt on while watching for my other things. My shoes and other items rolled out. I tried to slip my shoes on but had one on and one off. I limped over to the side so I could re-dress again.
I checked everything to make sure I was put back together. It’s almost like packing again.
I’m sure these TSA folks have seen it all. I would imagine watching video footage of people going through the security lines are quite entertaining. They have an important job in keeping us safe but the belt and shoes? Can’t they make technology where we don’t have to hold onto our pants and hop around with our shoes half-on and half-off?
My TSA person asked me a rather random question about Garth Brooks. Sudden panic! I didn’t know this was going to be on the test. I hadn’t studied anything about Garth Brooks. What does this have to do with security? Panic ensued.
“You listen to country music don’t you?” He asked.
Oh great, I wasn’t read for this question. If this was part of it then I knew I wasn’t going to get to the other side.
“Sorry, I know some songs but I really don’t know a lot about Garth Brooks,” I answered in shame.
He laughed and let me through.
I need to study that for next time.
The flight to Atlanta was short. Maybe 30 minutes total. We were preparing to land about the time we got up in the air. I was still playing with the neat screen in front of me. I didn’t want to get off.
The seat in front of me had a 9″ flat screen with choices of movies, games and music. The last time I flew, there was one TV tube overhead that you had to strain to watch through the openings in the seats ahead of you. It’s a lot different now.
Then there’s the Atlanta airport.
I have been to the Atlanta airport more in my lifetime than any other airport. It was big before but now it’s HUGE. I commented that it was like a mall but it’s more like it’s own city. In some ways it is a city but the residents aren’t permanent ones. The population changes every day. Of course, the word still hasn’t reached the vendors that prices aren’t as high for the items they are selling. I paid $7.00 for a bag of combos and a PowerAde. Okay, I guess that’s my lunch.
Yeah, I haven’t flown in a while. It’s a lot different now. I’m still not sure I want to do it much but so far I’m okay with it.