You Call That A Search?

When I took my sister and her kids to the airport for their return flight recently we made sure to leave plenty of time to deal with the “vaunted” TSA security measures.  Since they had gone to Level Orange (cue Orange Alert sirens…) they were performing vehicle “searches” at the airport entrance.  It’s no secret that I’m no fan of the TSA or any of the silly nonsense they put people through.  But if you’re going to become a police state, at least be serious about it.  The searches they were conducting seemed to be mostly peering into car windows and asking to look in truck toolboxes.  When I got the the front of the line they asked to look in the back of my truck (the Avalanche has an enclosed bed with a cover).  They never bothered to notice the TopBoxes (the side boxes on the rear quarterpanels).

If I’d wanted to smuggle something into the airport, they’d have never had a chance of finding it.  And don’t get me started on the TSA Einsteins who were watching a football game in the baggage claim area the week before when I was there to meet their incoming flight.

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