TomBascom
Apr 26, 03, 7:45 am
Yesterday I brought a puppy home.
I showed up at the airport (IND) 90 minutes early, checked in, paid $100 to ship him as baggage (he's a bit too big to go under the seat) and handed over the carrier.
I was misled into thinking that the IND TSA staff had taken a dose of reasonable pills. Rather than checking my ID & BP 3 times in ten feet at security they only asked twice.
For those who haven't had the pleasure -- standard procedure at IND is for one of the 2 people sitting at the head of the line to check your ID & BP -- just like at every other airport in the country except that it takes two of them to handle the crowds. Then you walk about 5 feet to the table where you pull out your laptop and put your stuff on the conveyor. Yesterday the TSA person at that station did not ask for my ID & BP -- this is the first time in months that that hasn't happened. Finally you go another 4 or 5 feet to the metal detector where you must not approach the red line on the floor without permission and where you once again display ID & BP (just in case the body snatchers get you when the guard blinks...) Sometimes they even use a marker to put check marks on your BP. I'm not sure what that's all about -- maybe if they make the mark wrong or use the wrong color the next guard in line will know that the body snatchers got a guard?
So they only pestered me twice. Things are looking up! I went to the club. I should have known that balance would be restored.
Then I board the plane. Sit down in 1C, get comfortable, start reading a book... life is good, the plane is full they're about to shut the door and push back -- maybe even on time. Then I look up -- the gate agent is standing there and wants to know if I'm the customer with a puppy?
"Yes."
"Can you come with me?"
So I get up and we go out onto the jetway. Naturally I'm thinking that something horrible has happened.
The agent explains that the TSA needs me to go back to security so that they can screen the puppy carrier (this is a standard pet carrier -- you've seen them...) Then he gets on the jetway phone. Nobody seems to know just exactly where they need me to go. Apparently the agent and I are just supposed to magically figure it out. Meanwhile 120 or so people are twiddling their thumbs and probably thinking that a dangerous terrorist has just been pulled off the plane -- or something.
You'd almost think that nobody has ever brought a pet through IND before...
Finally we head up the jetway to try and find someone who knows something. Another gate agent takes me downstairs to the baggage handling area (can terrorists sign up for a tour of these areas? Or does the TSA just sell maps to properly registered terror organizations?)
Down there we find a room full of TSA types standing around my puppy carrier. "What's the problem?" I ask. "We need your permission to search it." "So do it!" I say. Well it turns out that I need to take the puppy out so that they can search it... Why they couldn't just say that is beyond me.
So I take the puppy out and the usual highly detailed and deeply meaningful TSA probe ensues -- they took out the towel serving as a blanket and lifted up the edge of the cushion enough to see about 4" under it. Then they ran a gloved finger around the inside of his collar.
The supervisor, seeing that I'm not at all happy about this, then made as if she'd like to have a pleasant afternoon chat -- was there anything that she could do to help she asked? "Yeah, stop the stupidity" was my response.
"We have procedures..."
"No, you're out of control... these procedures amount to the bad guys winning..." etc, etc I said. (Ok, it was a bit of a tirade...) The customer service training showed -- there were lots of "Yes sir" responses. I just wish I had reason to believe that anything positive will come of it. Unfortunately I think it more likely that they'll just create some more "procedures" probably modeled on the local version of id checks detailed above.
Then we go back to the plane, the original agent lets me know when the puppy makes it into the cargo hold (the US staff was great!) and off we go.
Now I know there are people who will think I should be glad that they did this and that I'm the one who is out of control here. Really? I should be glad that instead of taking measures that actually improve security this agency wastes time on pointless, wasteful procedures that accomplish nothing? That they couldn't find a way to take care of this until the last minute? This is my tax money and these are my "security fees" being wasted here. If they're going to pull this crap they could at least do an organized and meaningful search in a timely manner.
It's not their job to make little old ladies "feel better". Their job is to improve security.
Sham security procedures don't help anything -- they just waste time and money, contribute to the hassles of travel, accelerate the downward spiral of the airlines and constrain the very freedoms that are supposedly being protected.
BTW on my second leg I sat next to a woman who just happened to have a 4" swiss army knife in her purse (not one of the little key chain ones -- this was a really big one.) She was going home so the TSA missed it at least twice.
I showed up at the airport (IND) 90 minutes early, checked in, paid $100 to ship him as baggage (he's a bit too big to go under the seat) and handed over the carrier.
I was misled into thinking that the IND TSA staff had taken a dose of reasonable pills. Rather than checking my ID & BP 3 times in ten feet at security they only asked twice.
For those who haven't had the pleasure -- standard procedure at IND is for one of the 2 people sitting at the head of the line to check your ID & BP -- just like at every other airport in the country except that it takes two of them to handle the crowds. Then you walk about 5 feet to the table where you pull out your laptop and put your stuff on the conveyor. Yesterday the TSA person at that station did not ask for my ID & BP -- this is the first time in months that that hasn't happened. Finally you go another 4 or 5 feet to the metal detector where you must not approach the red line on the floor without permission and where you once again display ID & BP (just in case the body snatchers get you when the guard blinks...) Sometimes they even use a marker to put check marks on your BP. I'm not sure what that's all about -- maybe if they make the mark wrong or use the wrong color the next guard in line will know that the body snatchers got a guard?
So they only pestered me twice. Things are looking up! I went to the club. I should have known that balance would be restored.
Then I board the plane. Sit down in 1C, get comfortable, start reading a book... life is good, the plane is full they're about to shut the door and push back -- maybe even on time. Then I look up -- the gate agent is standing there and wants to know if I'm the customer with a puppy?
"Yes."
"Can you come with me?"
So I get up and we go out onto the jetway. Naturally I'm thinking that something horrible has happened.
The agent explains that the TSA needs me to go back to security so that they can screen the puppy carrier (this is a standard pet carrier -- you've seen them...) Then he gets on the jetway phone. Nobody seems to know just exactly where they need me to go. Apparently the agent and I are just supposed to magically figure it out. Meanwhile 120 or so people are twiddling their thumbs and probably thinking that a dangerous terrorist has just been pulled off the plane -- or something.
You'd almost think that nobody has ever brought a pet through IND before...
Finally we head up the jetway to try and find someone who knows something. Another gate agent takes me downstairs to the baggage handling area (can terrorists sign up for a tour of these areas? Or does the TSA just sell maps to properly registered terror organizations?)
Down there we find a room full of TSA types standing around my puppy carrier. "What's the problem?" I ask. "We need your permission to search it." "So do it!" I say. Well it turns out that I need to take the puppy out so that they can search it... Why they couldn't just say that is beyond me.
So I take the puppy out and the usual highly detailed and deeply meaningful TSA probe ensues -- they took out the towel serving as a blanket and lifted up the edge of the cushion enough to see about 4" under it. Then they ran a gloved finger around the inside of his collar.
The supervisor, seeing that I'm not at all happy about this, then made as if she'd like to have a pleasant afternoon chat -- was there anything that she could do to help she asked? "Yeah, stop the stupidity" was my response.
"We have procedures..."
"No, you're out of control... these procedures amount to the bad guys winning..." etc, etc I said. (Ok, it was a bit of a tirade...) The customer service training showed -- there were lots of "Yes sir" responses. I just wish I had reason to believe that anything positive will come of it. Unfortunately I think it more likely that they'll just create some more "procedures" probably modeled on the local version of id checks detailed above.
Then we go back to the plane, the original agent lets me know when the puppy makes it into the cargo hold (the US staff was great!) and off we go.
Now I know there are people who will think I should be glad that they did this and that I'm the one who is out of control here. Really? I should be glad that instead of taking measures that actually improve security this agency wastes time on pointless, wasteful procedures that accomplish nothing? That they couldn't find a way to take care of this until the last minute? This is my tax money and these are my "security fees" being wasted here. If they're going to pull this crap they could at least do an organized and meaningful search in a timely manner.
It's not their job to make little old ladies "feel better". Their job is to improve security.
Sham security procedures don't help anything -- they just waste time and money, contribute to the hassles of travel, accelerate the downward spiral of the airlines and constrain the very freedoms that are supposedly being protected.
BTW on my second leg I sat next to a woman who just happened to have a 4" swiss army knife in her purse (not one of the little key chain ones -- this was a really big one.) She was going home so the TSA missed it at least twice.