I flew out to the west coast last weekend. The security lines were not as bad as I thought they might be, but I flew out of Providence instead of Logan to avoid the real mess (and possibly loose concrete ceiling panels). Here's a quick report:
First, I saw perhaps a half dozen people on four flights with drinking bottles: water, gatorade, iced tea. Second, on two flights, there were passengers that insisted on talking on their cell phones long after the atttendants asked for them to be turned off. Third, I sat next to a lady doing needle point -- she had a pair of scissors.
Now, I'll admit that I find the security rules to be ridiculous. But to see these completely unnecessary violations of protocal really made me think: the US will never be safe because we are too spoiled to allow rules to govern our lives. Even rules that might save our lives.
One fellow with a cell phone (vulgar, annimated, and loud) was talking to a friend (?) about skateboarding and a skatepark he had recently seen. Dude, it was f-ing this and f-ing that. Totally!
I mentioned to one young lady with the bottle of water (which I'm quite sure was vodka): "Wow, you brought on a bottle of water." And she replied, "Yeah. Did I do something wrong?" I said, "No, I guess not if you're thirsty." Then she and her husband ordered tomoato juices and poured in some of the "water". Cheers!
Am I a wuss for thinking that I should follow rules I don't agree with -- for the safety and respect of my fellow passengers? It makes you feel like they'd deserve whatever they got. Except I'm on the same f-ing plane. Dude.
