So I'm flying from Orlando to Denver to see my Dad. I walk through the little metal detector thing, and then my little brother does. He has no metal on himself, but he sets off the alarm anyway. A TSA employee pulls myself and my 11 year old brother aside and swipes our hands for explosive residue. You know, because an 11 year old is going to make explosives.
I'm waiting for the day when a terrorist with an AK and bazooka on his back walk through security but they frisk the old lady in a wheel chair.
I just think it's silly.
I'm waiting for the day when a terrorist with an AK and bazooka on his back walk through security but they frisk the old lady in a wheel chair.
I just think it's silly.