My mother was taken to the hospital suddenly. That puts me with the "SSSS" code on my ticket. (who makes up these codes?)
Last minute purchase.
I figured that. I go to my small town airport and proceed to the the screener and there is no sign or anyone saying....
"Coats off." "Shoes off."
I put my stuff in the bin and the screen is looking at me. The he says "coat off." I do it. I have a sweatshirt on. "Take that off too." Wait.
"Take your shoes off." I am waiting.
So I ask "watch?" "No."
I am trying to guess because he doesn't say go through. (Is this part of the screening, to see if you can piss the passenger off?)
So I say "belt?" "No."
"Socks?" (They made my daughter take off her socks one time) I guess they haven't got a sock bomb.
(Did I say that outloud?) Shit.
Screener gives the mouth signal and I am off to be questioned.
After being frisked, wanded, my bag, wallet, medicine, thoughly rifled through, I was embarrassed. I said "I was sorry, but guessing what to disrobe" makes one think about "what do they want me to take off next?" They wrote me up and reminded me about the passenger in Miami.
"You mean, the missionary who was killed?" They told me they didn't have to let me fly.
I said "I wouldn't be traveling during the holidays at these rates if I didn't have this emergency."
The armed guard was nice enough to tell me his grandmother had just died and was sorry about my mother. He said "when you are emotional, it is easy to say something inappropriate." I thanked him.
Honestly, after I was reminded about the guy who was shot repeatedly, I just pointed to my closed mouth and shook my head "no" I wouldn't say another word.
I sat as far away from everyone waiting to board with tears in my eyes. I consider myself pretty resistant to B.S. (drove truck for years)
I had a really big guy come sit next to me on the plane.
I was the only one with an open seat, they were holding the plane for him.
I just wanted to get off, and this is the truth, even with Mom sick, I didn't want to go. I think I can understand the claustrophobic feeling the missionary from miami felt.
All I could think about was why didn't they have a sign or someone saying what you needed to remove.
Honestly, I felt like a criminal.
On the return, from a much larger airport, security was announcing at the beginning of the long line, what needed to be removed. That easy.
(They changed, from watches, belts and suspenders)
Maybe that was the way they evaluate the passenger: edgy, nervous, sweating after they tell you to take off your clothes, impatient. I wasn't being snarky, really. I just couldn't think of what they were making me stand there for. Maybe to wait until the bags pass through? Just say it.
I don't know if that put me on a list. Maybe.
I really hate reliving this, but I just wanted to pass this on as advice to anyone who might have emergency travel.
P.S. Mom was glad I was there.
http://www.todaysengineer.org/2005/Jun/security.asp"One-way air tickets are considered suspect and carry an “SSSS” code on boarding passes, requiring a full-body wanding of the hapless passenger. This also applies for round trips, using different carriers for the two legs, and even to code-share flights where one carrier issues the ticket, but a shared carrier is used for one one-way segment. The second carrier must issue a “SSSS” boarding pass. The logic seems to be that a terrorist planning a suicide mission would not buy a round-trip ticket if he did not plan to use the return part, in the interest of economy."