Susie said>The TSA emptied my suitcase going into checked baggage that had rubber clothing, enema >equipment and leather restraints as I was made to watch and wait across a steel table with glass >barrier in front of me. My husband had already gone about 50 feet ahead of me on line!
That reminds me of my first return home from Europe. I had ran out of money a few days before I left and had been sleeping in a park in Amsterdam with a girl I had met. The joys of youth. The dinner they served on the plane was the first big meal I had in a few days. The folks next to me broke some wine out they decided they did not want to deal with declaring. I was reeling by the time we landed, and I still had to hitch a ride from Boston to the Albany area.
So here I am with my long hair, my back pack (full of really foul dirty stuff...) half baked walking into customs. One of the guys sees me and waves me over to a closed station, and as I go to pick up my pack, this old lady runs in front of me and sticks her stuff up on the counter.
I am not sure what the guy had in store for me, but he had something in store for her. He opened every one of her bags up and pulled every piece out of them and gave them the once over. I could not help but to crack a smile. The lady was turning all kinds of red.
I was pondering what he was going to do with me when he finished up with her. He asked me where I had been, how long I had been there, how much money I had spent, and if I was a citizen of what country (like he did not know, he had my passport..). Than he welcomed me back and let me loose. I was amazed.
Even more amazing was I was going to a little town outside of the Albany area that most folks have never heard of. I caught a ride with some folks from RPI that knew exactly where I was going and I got dropped off right at my doorstep.
Sometimes all the pieces really do fall into place (smile)