As some of the listeners to our radio show know, I took a trip to Vegas with my boyfriend “Dexter”. In case you’re wondering, we had an amazing time, lost a decent amount of money, I DIDN’T get engaged – so stop asking ;-), and we BOTH got felt up at the Las Vegas McCarran LAS Airport!!!
Like most people at the airport being herded like cattle, it was my turn to strip and hop inside the body scanner. I put my arms up and stayed still as directed. Then, I step out and waited for the image “to be analyzed and cleared”. Waiting…waiting…then I hear: “Ma’m is it okay if I feel on your stomach? The sparkles on your shirt are showing up on the scan.”
WHAT!? Are you kidding me? The tiny, pin-point rhinestones that spell the word “peace” on my fitted t-shirt are making you think that I have some kind of weapon on me???
I was literally wearing skin-tight leggings (guys: these are those stretchy pants we wear with our boots) and a fitted t-shirt – there was no room for a weapon!
But it didn’t stop there: it was Dexter’s turn and he does the same hands up, stand still and waits…then the TSA agent asks him if he has anything in his pockets. After looking in the front and back pockets, he pulls out a folded sheet of paper. No big deal right? NOPE! It was now Dexter’s turn to have an agent feel in between his thighs for a weapon! ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
This is what traveling has come to? You wear a shirt some rhinestones on it or you have a folded piece of paper in your pocket and you are subject to a public feel-up? Seriously?
Okay, I am done ranting…maybe