Last Monday, I took my son to the airport to fly down to see my parents. I am happy to say he got down there safely and is having a blast, but that wasn’t before he got to watch Mommy get violated by TSA at the airport!
NOT SURE WHICH IS WORSE, MR. BOOT OR TSA!
You guys have already met Mr. Boot. He and I have a love/hate relationship, and after my dry clothes strip search at the Indianapolis Airport, I am not sure whom I have a distaste for more, him or TSA.
You see, because I was in a wheel chair, thanks to Mr. Boot, I couldn’t go through the metal detector. I didn’t even think anything of it. They ushered my kids through the detector with my friend, and they waited on the other side. That’s when the fun began.
YOU CAN ASK FOR A PRIVATE SCREENING
They wheeled me into this plastic semi circle thing, and asked me if I could stand. Sure, why not. I figured it would make this all go faster. It did that alright, but it also gave TSA more access to grope me. (Some how they seem to think touching your boobs with the back of their hands makes it less ackward)
So imagine me standing up, with a gigantic boot on my right foot, hands in the air while a female TSA office whips out gloves and feels me up and down. Telling me that I can ask for a “private screening”. Um, no I think I will pass, but thanks for the offer.
DOES TSA REIMBURSE FOR THERAPY?
My kids’ eyes were about the size of saucers. Bayla, my youngest, asked “What are they doing to my mommy??” It was fun trying to explain why this was ok for a stranger to touch you there when she had been taught otherwise. I think there might be some need for therapy for her down the road.
This whole ordeal took about 15 minutes. I felt like a freak on parade. Even got to get tested for gunshot residue, I think THAT was my favorite part.
My friend wasted no time asking me if I was going to recover from the experience. Haha, very funny. At least something good came out of it. My friend was having a spectacular time telling everyone how this hot TSA agent felt me up. (Sigh)
THERE HAS GOT TO BE ANOTHER WAY!
All joking aside, what it really made me realize that there HAS to be another way to search people that are in wheelchairs or disabled. I only had to go through this because of my injury. I can’t imagine being permanently disabled and having to go through this “fun” search every time you go through an airport. I know keeping our country “safe” is important, but I don’t think searches like this are doing much other than making people uncomfortable.
What other ways can you come up with, because honestly I have no suggestions. One thing I can tell you though is when I go back to get my son, I am hobbling my happy butt through the metal detector, so Helga doesn’t have a chance to frisk me up again!