I Was Randomly Searched at the Airport
Is my L.L. Bean backpack that just barely fits into the overhead compartments a little too cliche for a world backpacker? Are my usual pink flip flops I like to wear through airport security seemingly too innocent? Like I said, I'll probably never know. Maybe one of these days I'll finally ask.
My best guess is that it has something to do with the fact that I'm an American that has been to countries like Egypt and Turkey, where the Where's Waldos of terrorists tend to hang out.
One memory that comes to my mind was when I, along with two men, were asked to sit in a waiting area separate from the rest of the dozens of other passengers on a flight from Rekjavik, Iceland to Newark, NJ.
I was walking towards the terminal and showed my ticket. At which point, they informed me that I had been chosen for a random search. They brought me downstairs to a security area where they went through my bag and frisked me. They obviously didn't find anything. (I'm not sure what they were looking for?)
So I was then brought to room with no one else in it, but it had a big TV and nice leather couches. And - on the bright side - there were cookies and juice. I guess in Iceland being randomly chosen for an airport search is kinda like our equivalent of giving blood? Maybe?
After a few minutes of being in the room alone, another guy was brought in and then another. We waited there until it was time to board the plane. I talked with one of them for a bit - he was a friendly Irishman who played the guitar and lives now in the Catskills.
Other things that stood out about that trip home from a friend's wedding in N. Ireland via London (where I missed my first flight) and Iceland: seeing a Ben and Jerry's ice cream machine at Gatwick Airport and seeing the Iron Maiden plane.
Today my brother brought up possibly going on another cruise this winter. Since I was *not* randomly frisked or searched on my last cruise, I'm actually seriously thinking about it.