My ticket from RIC to ORD had "SSSS" in the corners. Next thing I know, I'm told that I "have been selected for additional screening."
In front of everyone, including my wife who pased through security without a hitch, I'm being all-but stripped searched, while my carry-on, jacket, and lunch are being ransacked and EVERYTHING is swabbed for "explosives residue."
Huh?
Same thing happened four days later on the trip home, only MORE humiliatingly intrusive: "Empty your pockets and put EVERYTHING on the table, and you come over here with us"; "take your belt off, unsnap your pants, and roll the waistband outward"; "don't talk"; "do only what I tell you to do and do it only when I tell you to do it"; etc., etc., etc.) 15 long minutes later I am tucking in my shirt, putting on my belt, watch, and stuffing the contents of my pockets back into place, repacking my gear, while running for my gate.
My wife purchased my ticket online (via the airline's Website) with her credit card, a month prior to our flight. The TSA personnel told me the airline had singled me out; airline personnel said it was the TSA. Checking the TSA Website, it is obvious that not only did someone put me on "the list" but that I am basically screwed from here on out. According to the TSA:
Anyone else been through this? I fly frequently (belong to all the FF programs). However, this is the first time this has ever happened to me; obviously, it will not be the last.
The irony is . . . I am a formerly tenured (still hold a current license) teacher turned CEO of an emergency preparedness consultancy, and have been vetted numerous times by both the State Police and the FBI. I also hold a valid CHP.
In fact, the addition of my permit to carry a concealed handgun is the only thing that has changed, in terms of my "background" information. I am wondering if this is why I am on "the list." Just a thought.
We all here the horror stories, but I never thought I would be one of the story tellers. Maybe I should just bite the bullet--so to speak--and change my name to Winston Smith?
And as for the code--SSSS--well (I am trying REALLY hard to not go there but. . . ), someone at TSA must have fat-fingered that one and hit the "S" key two times too many. Oops. Guess I went there after all.
Fabulous. Absolutely fabulous.
MiG
In front of everyone, including my wife who pased through security without a hitch, I'm being all-but stripped searched, while my carry-on, jacket, and lunch are being ransacked and EVERYTHING is swabbed for "explosives residue."
Huh?
Same thing happened four days later on the trip home, only MORE humiliatingly intrusive: "Empty your pockets and put EVERYTHING on the table, and you come over here with us"; "take your belt off, unsnap your pants, and roll the waistband outward"; "don't talk"; "do only what I tell you to do and do it only when I tell you to do it"; etc., etc., etc.) 15 long minutes later I am tucking in my shirt, putting on my belt, watch, and stuffing the contents of my pockets back into place, repacking my gear, while running for my gate.
My wife purchased my ticket online (via the airline's Website) with her credit card, a month prior to our flight. The TSA personnel told me the airline had singled me out; airline personnel said it was the TSA. Checking the TSA Website, it is obvious that not only did someone put me on "the list" but that I am basically screwed from here on out. According to the TSA:
Anyone else been through this? I fly frequently (belong to all the FF programs). However, this is the first time this has ever happened to me; obviously, it will not be the last.
The irony is . . . I am a formerly tenured (still hold a current license) teacher turned CEO of an emergency preparedness consultancy, and have been vetted numerous times by both the State Police and the FBI. I also hold a valid CHP.
In fact, the addition of my permit to carry a concealed handgun is the only thing that has changed, in terms of my "background" information. I am wondering if this is why I am on "the list." Just a thought.
We all here the horror stories, but I never thought I would be one of the story tellers. Maybe I should just bite the bullet--so to speak--and change my name to Winston Smith?
And as for the code--SSSS--well (I am trying REALLY hard to not go there but. . . ), someone at TSA must have fat-fingered that one and hit the "S" key two times too many. Oops. Guess I went there after all.
Fabulous. Absolutely fabulous.
MiG