Not together yet
Dec. 10th, 2006 02:05 pmThose Europeans have not got security logistics figured out yet. At least, in Shannon, Ireland they have not.
Like on US flights, they want us to take off shoes and coats or shirts. They want us to declare all liquids over a certain size, take out our bag of liquids, and take out our laptops.
Now imagine you are a business traveler (which means you have a laptop) and it is Winter. One tray for coats, one for shoes & liquids, one for the laptop (and it is too small to actually HOLD the laptop, the laptop is balanced kinda sideways). You must maneuver your bag, the 3 trays, and hand carry your boarding pass through security. Now imagine that there is no table leading up to the screening machine, but instead there is a long line of people. You must actually hand CARRY it all to put it in the screening machine. Yes, all of it. You can't leave some on a table and run back and forth.
My passport and boarding pass in my teeth, thousands of dollars of electronics teetering precariously in my arms, trying to painfully reach down a single finger to snag the handle of my briefcase to bring it with me to the security machine... I think I should get a large amount of credit for only growling at the woman who kept poking me impatiently in the back.
Like on US flights, they want us to take off shoes and coats or shirts. They want us to declare all liquids over a certain size, take out our bag of liquids, and take out our laptops.
Now imagine you are a business traveler (which means you have a laptop) and it is Winter. One tray for coats, one for shoes & liquids, one for the laptop (and it is too small to actually HOLD the laptop, the laptop is balanced kinda sideways). You must maneuver your bag, the 3 trays, and hand carry your boarding pass through security. Now imagine that there is no table leading up to the screening machine, but instead there is a long line of people. You must actually hand CARRY it all to put it in the screening machine. Yes, all of it. You can't leave some on a table and run back and forth.
My passport and boarding pass in my teeth, thousands of dollars of electronics teetering precariously in my arms, trying to painfully reach down a single finger to snag the handle of my briefcase to bring it with me to the security machine... I think I should get a large amount of credit for only growling at the woman who kept poking me impatiently in the back.