Frohickey
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Frohickey's experience travelling back to the US of A
Okay, as some of you might know, the ol' Frohickey was sent to Sheeple-pore for a business trip. After a week of not being able to fondle my P220, my M1A, my Bisley, etc, I was glad to get on a plane back to the US, even if it is California.
Arrived at the Changi airport about one hour 45 minutes before the flight, and got my baggage checked in. Then its off to the terminal to wait for the flight. On this occassion, they were not fully staffed at the metal detector area, so they had people waiting. After that, they started putting people through, and I'm on my way again, this time to the gate, and on the plane to Narita airport, Tokyo.
At Narita, the flight landed on the other side of the airport, so we had to get off, and get on a bus that brought us to the proper terminal. I get to the correct gate and wait the hour and change for my flight. I get to go on before the economy class folks (flying business class) and after going through the ticket scanner, I get stopped by a Japanese security guy and told to take off my shoes. I guess they can detect the unburnt powder coming out of my pores.
I comply and I'm given the okay to board the flight to San Francisco.
At San Francisco, I wind my way first, through immigration, where I show them my passport and the filled out Customs Declaration card. Checked "no" on every single checkbox, like bring fruits or meat, and stuff like that. Filled in that I was in Singapore and Indonesia for my trip overseas. I wonder how much this form cost the taxpayers.
Next is the actual Customs inspection. I wait at a line staffed by a Customs officer. I swear, she's about 4'6" tall, and I bet she closes both eyes when she pulls the trigger on the Beretta that she carries. She waves me through and now its Customs inspection, level 2. This time, another guy, with another Beretta tells me to put my bags on the conveyor belt. I give him my passport, which he hands off to a guy with a Glock. Seems that the ones manning the computers have Glocks. He opens up my bag, asks if I bought anything from Singapore, asks how much money I took and came back with, and tells me to go on my merry way.
IF I WAS A FOREIGNER, I WOULD SWEAR THAT I JUST STEPPED INTO NAZI GERMANY. So many 'gubmint' agents, all of them carrying guns! I didn't see any guns in the airport security in Singapore and Tokyo. I even saw a cute Japanese girl in a police uniform, and all she had was a handcuff holder in the small of the back. I was tempted to try and get arrested by her. 
If they ever start confiscating guns, it would definitely be time to start shooting.
Okay, as some of you might know, the ol' Frohickey was sent to Sheeple-pore for a business trip. After a week of not being able to fondle my P220, my M1A, my Bisley, etc, I was glad to get on a plane back to the US, even if it is California.
Arrived at the Changi airport about one hour 45 minutes before the flight, and got my baggage checked in. Then its off to the terminal to wait for the flight. On this occassion, they were not fully staffed at the metal detector area, so they had people waiting. After that, they started putting people through, and I'm on my way again, this time to the gate, and on the plane to Narita airport, Tokyo.
At Narita, the flight landed on the other side of the airport, so we had to get off, and get on a bus that brought us to the proper terminal. I get to the correct gate and wait the hour and change for my flight. I get to go on before the economy class folks (flying business class) and after going through the ticket scanner, I get stopped by a Japanese security guy and told to take off my shoes. I guess they can detect the unburnt powder coming out of my pores.
I comply and I'm given the okay to board the flight to San Francisco.
At San Francisco, I wind my way first, through immigration, where I show them my passport and the filled out Customs Declaration card. Checked "no" on every single checkbox, like bring fruits or meat, and stuff like that. Filled in that I was in Singapore and Indonesia for my trip overseas. I wonder how much this form cost the taxpayers.
Next is the actual Customs inspection. I wait at a line staffed by a Customs officer. I swear, she's about 4'6" tall, and I bet she closes both eyes when she pulls the trigger on the Beretta that she carries. She waves me through and now its Customs inspection, level 2. This time, another guy, with another Beretta tells me to put my bags on the conveyor belt. I give him my passport, which he hands off to a guy with a Glock. Seems that the ones manning the computers have Glocks. He opens up my bag, asks if I bought anything from Singapore, asks how much money I took and came back with, and tells me to go on my merry way.
IF I WAS A FOREIGNER, I WOULD SWEAR THAT I JUST STEPPED INTO NAZI GERMANY.
So many 'gubmint' agents, all of them carrying guns! I didn't see any guns in the airport security in Singapore and Tokyo. I even saw a cute Japanese girl in a police uniform, and all she had was a handcuff holder in the small of the back. I was tempted to try and get arrested by her. If they ever start confiscating guns, it would definitely be time to start shooting.
