Clueless Passengers Causing A Delay At Security Wind Up On My Flight
By Kevin Wilkerson, PubClub.com Travel Blogger
Well, wouldn’t you know it.
I was going through security at LAX (Los Angeles) when a couple was parked at the end of the X-ray machine. A guy was putting on a knee brace, his shoes, his belt (which he could not get back on his pants for some reason), and so forth. and taking forever.
He was standing right where the items were coming out of the machine and blocking the entire area, and nobody could get to their items. And then, to add a bit of visual enhancement to the scene, he kept bending over with his shirt crawling up his back and hit shorts dropping, exposing his milk-white ample behind.
I took him for being a plumber.
With a lineup of people building behind him, eventually passengers starting reaching over and around him to collect their belongings. After I finally retrieved my backpack and roller bag, I mentioned as I passed, “you might want to move down a little next time.”
The guy’s companion then barked at me “well why didn’t you ask us earlier!?”
“I thought it was obvious,” I replied.
Thinking this was the end of it, I continued on my way. By the way, I had my belt and shoes in my hand. I walked in my socks to a place in the terminal where I could put them on without holding up others.
Plus, I admit, I did it because one time when I was putting on those items in the security area, there was a security breach and nobody was allowed to enter the airport. I nearly missed my flight as a result. So now, I always go into the airport to reassemble my wardrobe.
Later, when I was seated on the flight and we where about to push off from the gate, those same two people who had delayed everyone at the security check walked on board.
What were the odds of that happening!? there were at least two dozen flights leaving around that time and those same rude and/or clueless people were boarding our flight. Geez.
They were not the only interesting characters on board, either. A lady behind me cuddled a small dog (even when she went to the bathroom) as her emotional support animal.
And, just as we pulled back from the gate, we were forced to return when another passenger had an anxiety attack.
Ahh, airline travel. At least I was headed to New Orleans.
Cheers!
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