I used to love to fly. SMF was my gateway to a world beyond California. To Chicago, Minneapolis, Denver, New York, all kinds of magical places. Today, though, it was another matter. We checked in with plenty of time to spare, and entered the secure area gingerly. My jacket and shoes off and placed in a plastic bin, my laptop in another bin, my bag in still another bin, my boarding pass in hand and my pants around my ankles, I approached the metal detector.
I watched as the family in front of us moved through. Mom first, then Dad picked up their 2 year old toddler to take her through. He made it one step before the TSA goon instructed him to back up and to remove her shoes. Dad looked incredulous, and the goon repeated himself. Not wanting an anal probe today, he removed his daughter’s shoes, to the girl’s incredible trauma. She was crying, and frankly, I’d have been bawling too. Through security they went Dad comforting daughter that the mean TSA goon wasn’t out to get them.
What kind of world is this if we expect the shoes of two year olds to be carrying explosives?
On a side note, when I went through today, I presented my Library of Congress Reader Card as Identification. I was rebuffed by the TSA checkin woman who told me it was no good there. The regs on the TSA site say: “We encourage each adult traveler to keep his/her airline boarding pass and government-issued photo ID available until exiting the security checkpoint.” I’m fairly sure that Congress constitutes part of a “government” and they were the ones issuing the card, so it really shouldn’t have mattered. But it did.
What’s really funny? I can check out from the Library of Congress a multitude of heirloom-grade archival resources, spend time viewing all manner of invaluable documents, but I can’t get on an airplane. What a topsy-turvy world this is.