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2389 days ago
Why I hate traveling.
The Bush administration quickly swept in with a number of bizzarre security requirememts and subsequently hired the most incompetant people on the planet to administrate same.
Not to be outdone, Canada followed suit (apparently without any real plan of their own.)
So here’s my accounting of another trip to the edges of hell compliments of bad govenment and a plethora of other dullards along the way:
We arrived at the airport terminal the traditional 2 hours prior to boarding the aircraft and presented the documents we filled out ”on line” to hasten the process.
The goof at the counter immediately contested the boarding passes saying they should be on “separate sheets” and not one under the other on the print out. I pointed out to him that the printout was issued from this airline carrier and had a copyright notice attached to it. As it was a secure document I was unable to tamper with it during the printing. He informed me he would ”let it go this time” but in future blah blah blah.
I told him it was going to be along day for him as it was a company form – not of my own making. (—-nothing???) —————-”i’m christening my sister’s new elelphant”——-
Now another three block walk over to the “strip search” area. Many people were unfamilair with this fiasco and had worn shoes, watches and belt buckles which seemed to wrankle the beaurocrats even more and they assumed rigid poses and glared back at old ladies and gentlemen who had ”rung their bells” passing through the metal detectors.
* Each security stop required presentation of a valid passport and the boarding pass. Each security agent compared the two documents by using a “reading finger” on each line to verify the combination.
Incidently, I had volunteered all this information over the internet in order to get the boarding pass in the first place but apparently it was never entered into the security system. (A waste of time for me but who cares?) We each had to remove our shoes because there was once a threat of a shoe bomber somewhere on some aircraft at some other time. I felt fortunate that he had not tried to hide the bomb apparatus in his underwear or worse yet in a body cavity.
Incidently, I had volunteered all this information over the internet in order to get the boarding pass in the first place but apparently it was never entered into the security system. (A waste of time for me but who cares?)
We each had to remove our shoes because there was once a threat of a shoe bomber somewhere on some aircraft at some other time. I felt fortunate that he had not tried to hide the bomb apparatus in his underwear or worse yet in a body cavity.I note here that on returning to Canada we did not have to remove our shoes. I guess Canada must have signed a ”no shoe bomb agreement” with the terrorists and the Yanks had not.
Finally the plane landed and we were free at last for the 3-1/2 block walk to our baggage that appeared roughly 30 minutes after we landed.
Just another hour of waiting for transportion to our hotel and we would soon be able to pull those shoes off for real.
She grabbed hotel map and briefed us in her special made up version of English as to where the elevators were to take us to our room. After much confusion because her directions were wrong as well as her pen marks on the map returned to the front desk (about a 2 block walk)
She insisted that she was right so back we went there was no room 1345 in the tower she sent us to. As a matter of fact there was no 13th floor either. In desperation, We tried another set of elevators across the hall and found #1345.
I did this round trip twice.(now I am getting a bit steamed)
I agree to meet the security at the room and after another 2 block walk back to the room he discovers that he can’t open the door either.
He figures none.
Back to the front desk now and I demand a manager. She takes over and re books me another room, I insist that the security person accompany me now to the new room. She agrees to have him meet us there. He shows up about 5 minutes after us and explains that the dead bolt was closed on the other room.
We call the front desk now to confirm the room switch and the “nut case” says ”we tried phoning your room but there was no answer.” I say that’s because we were locked out *in the hall waiting for security!
Well we are here now and it can only get better until we have to get back home again.
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