madfranks
21st August 2014, 11:03 AM
So I had a flight to catch this morning, on my way back from a business trip, and whenever I get the chance to f*$& with the TSA, I take the opportunity. This morning was my best one yet. The main security line breaks up into three or four smaller lines, each with the naked body scanner at the end. Just as I made my way into one of the smaller lines, a large and ugly TSA creature announced that this line was now closed because he and his team were going on a lunch break, so I was the last one in that line. The creature was verbally complaining about how tired he was and how he was starving, so I decided this was a good time to really muck up the process. When I made my way to the bins, I grabbed one bin and slowly and methodically began putting my stuff in it. Then I decided I needed a second bin, so I went and got a second. Then I decided I needed a third, so I went and got a third. I didn't take off my shoes and approached the line to the naked body scanner. I pretended not to hear the creature when he told me to take my shoes off. After he got right up in my face I said "Oh, I have to take my shoes off?" innocently, and then I decided I needed a fourth bin, so I went back and grabbed a fourth bin to put my shoes. I left my laptop in the bag, because I knew it'd have to come back and be rescanned. As I went back for my shoes, an associate of the creature asked if I left my laptop in the bag, to which I replied "oh, was I supposed to take it out?" I began to go back for a fifth bin, but the creature said I didn't need it so I pretended to have a problem with the zipper on my bag but finally got the laptop out. At this point everyone else had already made it through the naked body scanner so I walked up and as he began to direct me to the machine I stopped, sighed, turned to him and said "I'd like to opt out please." I could see the frustration on his face, and he decided he was going to try and convince me to do the scanner:
Him: It's harmless something waves, yada yada
Me: Is it?
Him: Yes it's perfectly safe, yada yada
Me: I don't care
Him: Why not, there's no reason to opt out or be scared
Me: I'm not scared
Him: Then why don't you want to go through the machine?
Me (with a smile on my face): Because I don't want to
Him: Fine, come with me.
So he escorts me past the machine and explains the pat down process, and as he pats me down he notices my belt is still on.
Him: You're supposed to take your belt off.
Me: Really? Why?
Him: Nevermind, don't worry about it.
So I get the pat down, and even though they tell you they're going to feel your crotch and ass, he doesn't. He brushes his gloves up and down and goes to the explosive detector to see if I have explosive residue on me. At this point I get curious so I ask him what if I was a farmer and had fertilizer residue or something else and got a false positive on the machine? He doesn't take my bait but simply doesn't answer and tells me I'm free to go. So now I have four bins in front of me, and I take my time putting everything back in the bags and my shoes back on. In the end I think I took up 10 minutes or more once I made it to the front.
By the way, I try to do this every time I fly, even when there's lots of people behind me. Mucking up the line and slowing everyone down is a great way to make everyone pissed off at the whole process. Of course, they're really pissed at me, but frustrating everyone at the security lines is a good way to make people unhappy about the whole stupid process.
Him: It's harmless something waves, yada yada
Me: Is it?
Him: Yes it's perfectly safe, yada yada
Me: I don't care
Him: Why not, there's no reason to opt out or be scared
Me: I'm not scared
Him: Then why don't you want to go through the machine?
Me (with a smile on my face): Because I don't want to
Him: Fine, come with me.
So he escorts me past the machine and explains the pat down process, and as he pats me down he notices my belt is still on.
Him: You're supposed to take your belt off.
Me: Really? Why?
Him: Nevermind, don't worry about it.
So I get the pat down, and even though they tell you they're going to feel your crotch and ass, he doesn't. He brushes his gloves up and down and goes to the explosive detector to see if I have explosive residue on me. At this point I get curious so I ask him what if I was a farmer and had fertilizer residue or something else and got a false positive on the machine? He doesn't take my bait but simply doesn't answer and tells me I'm free to go. So now I have four bins in front of me, and I take my time putting everything back in the bags and my shoes back on. In the end I think I took up 10 minutes or more once I made it to the front.
By the way, I try to do this every time I fly, even when there's lots of people behind me. Mucking up the line and slowing everyone down is a great way to make everyone pissed off at the whole process. Of course, they're really pissed at me, but frustrating everyone at the security lines is a good way to make people unhappy about the whole stupid process.