On to Halifax
29.07.2009
My beloved motocyclette is sitting at Derek's house, getting fixed after the Chicago debacle, I hope. So, I decided to book a flight to Halifax instead. I called Shylo yesterday to tell her that my bike was broken and she thought I was going to cancel! Of course I'm coming, I just booked my flight. In that case, she says I can come along with her on her rounds as an RCMP officer! How awesome is that. "It's going to be boring," she warned me. I think not. Embarrassing airport security story alert! I have these pants with a "built-in" belt. I decided to wear them to the airport today. Of course, the security guy gets me to undo the buckle. "I can't, my pants will fall off." "Just undo the buckle, please." "Seriously...I can't." Reluctantly, I undo the buckle, unsure of what exactly is about to happen next. "Yep, just open it like that, totally open." "OK..." So of course, there I am standing there with my underwear on display in front of everyone at a busy airport. Normally I don't have a problem with nudity of any sort, as long as it's my idea, and I'm in a spa or on a beach or in otherwise comfortable surroundings. Displaying my tighty whiteys without my consent in a busy airport is completely unacceptable. Irritated, I walk over to a security guard and ask to make a formal complaint. A sunny, bright blonde haired woman from CATSA took my complaint, diligently writing notes and nodding. "Did you know that you can request a female security guard to search you?" "Absolutely not, that is not an apparent option as you are being rushed through the metal detectors." (That's still not the issue anyway.) "Yes, good point, I will definitely take this up with management." Of course you will dearie.
