FUUUUCK
Was on my way to London this morning
Got up at 5
Taxi to the airport.
Had my toileteries in a little washbag with a mesh pouch where I keep all the little mini shampoos etc.
The same washbag I have brough through security in London and US many times
Girl pulls my bag from the x-ray to search
I go over to the table and she starts pulling everything out of the bag.
Finnally she gets to the bag
Her: these have to go
Me: What they are all under the 100ML limit?
Her: They should be in a clear bag
Me: There are in a clear bag
Her No. it has to be a clear plastic bag
Me: that is a clear bag
Her: I'll have to get my supervisor
Me: Get Him
She goes to take the whole washbag with her
Me: Leave that there
Her: What
Me: You are not taking that, go get your supervisor
Her: Please remain here
She goes off looking for the supervisor. in the meantime I take the little bollte of perfume and whatever I can rescue and stash them in my pockets.
2 seconds later the supervisor tears over, obvoiusly already in a temper. He looks at the stuff through the mesh bag.
Him: All these have to go
Me: that are all under 100ML
Him they have to be in a clear plastic bag
Me: They are in a clear bag arent you looking at them now
Him: Did you put them on the belt seperately
Me: No
Him: (very aggrivated at this stage & me not far behind) they have to go
He snatches the stuff out of the bag an storms off.
Me: Bollox
He charges back, grabs my boot - I was in the process of putting the other one on
Him: Your'e not getting on any flight, give me your boarding card
Me: NO
Him: I'm an Authorised officer, give me your boarding card, I'm arresting you.
ME WHAT?
He brings me back out past the x-ray and take my boarding card
Me: Give me my shoe back, I'm putting on my shoe before I go anywhere
He stops just before the place where the first security guard check your boarding card. And leaves my bag up on a bin, he tells the guard there not to let me back in. The whole time he still has my couple of little toiletery bottles in his hand.
Me: Give me back my stuff
Him: Its gone
Me: IF I'M NOT GETTING ON THE FLIGHT THEN GIVE ME BACK MY STUFF
He walks off
ME: FUCKING MARTINET.
Was on my way to London this morning
Got up at 5
Taxi to the airport.
Had my toileteries in a little washbag with a mesh pouch where I keep all the little mini shampoos etc.
The same washbag I have brough through security in London and US many times
Girl pulls my bag from the x-ray to search
I go over to the table and she starts pulling everything out of the bag.
Finnally she gets to the bag
Her: these have to go
Me: What they are all under the 100ML limit?
Her: They should be in a clear bag
Me: There are in a clear bag
Her No. it has to be a clear plastic bag
Me: that is a clear bag
Her: I'll have to get my supervisor
Me: Get Him
She goes to take the whole washbag with her
Me: Leave that there
Her: What
Me: You are not taking that, go get your supervisor
Her: Please remain here
She goes off looking for the supervisor. in the meantime I take the little bollte of perfume and whatever I can rescue and stash them in my pockets.
2 seconds later the supervisor tears over, obvoiusly already in a temper. He looks at the stuff through the mesh bag.
Him: All these have to go
Me: that are all under 100ML
Him they have to be in a clear plastic bag
Me: They are in a clear bag arent you looking at them now
Him: Did you put them on the belt seperately
Me: No
Him: (very aggrivated at this stage & me not far behind) they have to go
He snatches the stuff out of the bag an storms off.
Me: Bollox
He charges back, grabs my boot - I was in the process of putting the other one on
Him: Your'e not getting on any flight, give me your boarding card
Me: NO
Him: I'm an Authorised officer, give me your boarding card, I'm arresting you.
ME WHAT?
He brings me back out past the x-ray and take my boarding card
Me: Give me my shoe back, I'm putting on my shoe before I go anywhere
He stops just before the place where the first security guard check your boarding card. And leaves my bag up on a bin, he tells the guard there not to let me back in. The whole time he still has my couple of little toiletery bottles in his hand.
Me: Give me back my stuff
Him: Its gone
Me: IF I'M NOT GETTING ON THE FLIGHT THEN GIVE ME BACK MY STUFF
He walks off
ME: FUCKING MARTINET.