Posted: 12/2/2009 8:18:36 AM EDT
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I have to be in South Louisiana this week, so I flew out of Tampa yesterday headed to New Orleans, then drive to Baton Rouge.
Handgun in the suitcase, ammo, mags, holster also tucked away. Went to the check in counter, and told the counter girl that I needed another declaration card as I handed her the last one used. I of course bladed at 45 because I learned on Arfcom that all airline and TSA emplyees give you a hard time about traveling with guns and I could expect at any moment to be hustled off to a back room for a BCS. In the middle of my massive adrenaline dump, she looked at me and said, of course sir, no problem. Which suitcase will it be in? Obviously a ploy to get me offguard. She then verified it was locked in the hard case, graciously taped the declaration card to the outside of the hard case, and allowed me to lock it in in the suitcase. She said, follow me please, as she stepped across the weigh in station. I knew then I was headed for the BCS. I was distracted by the counter girl sashaying in front of me (very nice butt) and did not notice we were at the TSA check in. The inspector looked at me and said, Please wait here until we are done, again, an obvious ploy to keep me offguard until the bruisers could arrive to show me the back room. After waiting nervously for about 30 seconds, the TSA inspector came around the machine and told me to "Have a nice trip, you are all ready to go" I left and went to airside. I was inconvenienced for 7 whole minutes. Fucking JBT's BCS = Body Cavity Search |
