Saturday, August 28, 2010
I have previously commented on the unpredictability and security-theater-of-the-absurd that is air travel today. But even I was a bit taken aback when, after taxiing to the runway at JFK on the way to Brussels last Thursday, the captain announced that we would be heading back to the gate because of a “security” issue. And oh yeah; “law enforcement” would be boarding and we should all remain in our seats.
Now, you may be thinking how nice it was for this pilot to be so candid with the 200+ passengers in his charge. My reaction, however, being a little closer to the action was more along the lines of “holy bleeping bleep, that is waaay too much information”!
Because if you were the subject of that security issue (and I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that you would know if you were), wouldn’t you be, say, alarmed? And given the fact that people have been known to ignite their underwear to make a statement about god (sorry) knows what, wouldn’t you perhaps become a little agitated knowing that your bust was imminent and your mission about to go unaccomplished? I mean, whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
In this particular case, gather your personal belongings and calmly exit the plane, as two gentlemen who looked to be of Middle-Eastern descent did, along with their escort of three uniformed (and packing) TSA cops. Thus began the 90-minute ingress and egress of an assortment of local and federal security personnel.
Since you are learning about this “incident” from my blog versus a major media outlet, you know that nothing nefarious transpired. The aforementioned passengers, in a cringe-inducing reverse perp-walk, were eventually escorted back to their seats at the rear of the plane for what I can only assume was a very relaxed and convivial seven-hour flight.
While I will probably never know the full story, what I could glean from eavesdropping in the galley while ostensibly waiting to use the lav was this: a fellow passenger dropped the dime (forgive me, but it is impossible for me to report on such things without lapsing into police lingo) on the two men, suspicions were thoroughly investigated (as we were assured many, many times by the various officials presiding over the event) and turned out to be nothing. Unless of course you were the two apparently innocent guys who were temporarily mistaken for terrorists. I just hope they were comped the $8 blankets.
Now, you may be thinking how nice it was for this pilot to be so candid with the 200+ passengers in his charge. My reaction, however, being a little closer to the action was more along the lines of “holy bleeping bleep, that is waaay too much information”!
Because if you were the subject of that security issue (and I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that you would know if you were), wouldn’t you be, say, alarmed? And given the fact that people have been known to ignite their underwear to make a statement about god (sorry) knows what, wouldn’t you perhaps become a little agitated knowing that your bust was imminent and your mission about to go unaccomplished? I mean, whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
In this particular case, gather your personal belongings and calmly exit the plane, as two gentlemen who looked to be of Middle-Eastern descent did, along with their escort of three uniformed (and packing) TSA cops. Thus began the 90-minute ingress and egress of an assortment of local and federal security personnel.
Since you are learning about this “incident” from my blog versus a major media outlet, you know that nothing nefarious transpired. The aforementioned passengers, in a cringe-inducing reverse perp-walk, were eventually escorted back to their seats at the rear of the plane for what I can only assume was a very relaxed and convivial seven-hour flight.
While I will probably never know the full story, what I could glean from eavesdropping in the galley while ostensibly waiting to use the lav was this: a fellow passenger dropped the dime (forgive me, but it is impossible for me to report on such things without lapsing into police lingo) on the two men, suspicions were thoroughly investigated (as we were assured many, many times by the various officials presiding over the event) and turned out to be nothing. Unless of course you were the two apparently innocent guys who were temporarily mistaken for terrorists. I just hope they were comped the $8 blankets.
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This blog's title comes from Ariel's Song in Shakespeare's The Tempest.
Full fathom five they father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearsl that were his eyes;
Nothing of him doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
into something rich and strange.
Full fathom five they father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearsl that were his eyes;
Nothing of him doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
into something rich and strange.
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Tracy,
Next time you feel that international urge, please drive to Canada.
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