Security Theatre CATSA Style
Thursday, July 31st, 2008When we arrived at the front of the queue for “security” in Comox, we had already deduced that the greeter was a fuckwit, mindlessly regurgitating rehearsed lines and enforcing ridiculous rules. “Any computers or electronics?” he asked, just like he had asked everyone else. Is he so blind he cannot recognise a laptop bag? Some people were asked to take their cameras out of the camera bags, others were not. “Any liquids gels or [blah blah]?” he boomed. Jo indicated we had Victor’s sippy cup with water. “He can only have that if he’s under two, is he under two?” What, the water is magically endowed with dangerousness dependent on age? Jo had to go dump it out, i wanted to throw it in the imbecile’s face.
I want to wear a t-shirt when i fly, with ‘refuse to be terrorized’ emblazoned on the front, plus some snarky comment about one of the many stupid restrictions. But i imagine that would be considered threatening and get me stuck on the no-fly list or something else ridiculous.