I'm talking thru clenched teeth.I'm talking thru clenched teeth. "Sorry, Ma'am, but you can't go into the airport with these." (if he calls me "ma'am" one more time, he'll never father children) Ok, so I collect myself. I'll see if I can reason with this guy. Afterall, he's trying to do his job. "Look, these are not weapons. I have a swiss army knife that you allowed, but these trinkets are considered more threatening? C'mon, you know better than that." "Sorry, Ma'am... (grrrrrr!!!) ... but, you can't take these in. You have to leave them outside the gates." I'm tired of arguing with this guy. He's not gonna give up or give in. I tell him, "Fine, you hold on to these. I'll be back in 15 minutes." And I start stuffing everything else back into my bag. "No, Ma'am, we can't do that. You have to give them to someone else to hold on to." "I WHAT??!!?" My tone is markedly louder. "You have to give them to someone else to hold on to. We can't keep them here." "This is INSANE! I don't know anyone in this damn airport! What the hell do you suggest!??" "Give them to a vendor to hold on to." "FINE! If that's what will get you to let me into this airport, I'll do JUST THAT! And give me your full name NOW!" He hands everything back to me, gives me his name, and escorts me from the area. I storm away and find the first open vendor. It's already after 9pm on a Sunday night, and most have closed shop. I give my sob story to the fresh fruit and nuts guy and he gladly holds on to the "weapons." Sheesh! So, I return and smuggly toss my purse on the xray conveyor belt. I charge thru the detectors again. And they look VERY CLOSELY at the image of my purse. They reluctently hand me my purse. |