Hey y'all
I had to recount an incident which left me both bemused and lightly indignant. I fly frequently for work, so I get patted down often enough when something in my heels or bra makes those good old-fashioned security machines go "ping". It's normally quite respectful.
Well, last weekend I was returning home via Amsterdam Schipol airport, and they have a new toy. Yes, whole body scanners - the ones that look like a teletransportation tube, and I'm sure that many of you in the USA know what they're like. So I step in, raise my arms, wait for the whizz, and step out. The first thing I see is the screen showing my suspicious areas, and they are a total fiction - the small of my back; my bum; my leg. Time to get frisked, and the security woman began.
Arms...ok...torso...ok...legs...ok...inner thigh...woah, what's this!? She had found my, ahem, undesired accessories, and was crouched on her haunches, patting at them through my dress, as if they were a boxer's punch ball. No miss, it's not Semtex in a sock - I'm a pre-op transsexual. I didn't say that, of course, but I did tell her the minimum necessary information. The poor woman looked like a deer caught in the headlights. What to do? Things in Europe are not so good right now, so security people are on medium-high alert, and a north-European 5'3" woman with an iPad and something odd in her underwear is a threatening thing to behold. After what seemed like an eternity, but which was no more than a few seconds, she led me to a curtained booth, accompanied by another security woman. And inside, she got a private viewing of bits which few women can produce. Aaargh, the mutual embarrassment was palpable! She kind of apologised, as did I, and I marched out, giggling and annoyed.
Note to myself: 5 months to go. Patience girl...!
Anyone else had to deal with stuff like this?
xxx
Julia