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flyin' dirty
Nov. 7th, 2006 09:48 amDad and I were "randomly" selected for a full pat-down and bag check on our way to NOLA. We also got "randomly" selected for the same process on the way back. I would say something cranky about racial profiling, but... Two Hispanic males traveling together, bearing identical names, with no bags checked in. Well, shit, Hugo Chávez could've sent us to blow up Canal Street!
Profiling, as I've experienced it (this isn't the only instance), doesn't bother me. I'd rather have someone paw through my socks and pat my belly than come to find out I'm flying next to a shoe bomber. Then again, I'd be really mad if I ended up on a plane with a shoe bombin' honkey. Man, I'd throw that sneaky ghost right out the emergency exit.
Whatever. I'm Flying While Brown, and unless it makes me miss a flight, I could care less. I mean, they were checking a frail old white woman on a wheelchair, too. You could tuck a huge wad of C4 in a Depend undergarment, and she could close the circuit with pee mid-flight.
Profiling, as I've experienced it (this isn't the only instance), doesn't bother me. I'd rather have someone paw through my socks and pat my belly than come to find out I'm flying next to a shoe bomber. Then again, I'd be really mad if I ended up on a plane with a shoe bombin' honkey. Man, I'd throw that sneaky ghost right out the emergency exit.
Whatever. I'm Flying While Brown, and unless it makes me miss a flight, I could care less. I mean, they were checking a frail old white woman on a wheelchair, too. You could tuck a huge wad of C4 in a Depend undergarment, and she could close the circuit with pee mid-flight.
