So I recently found myself in Orlano,Fl for vacation. On my way back I was randomly selected for additional screening. I was led to a three sided plexiglass container where they asked to swab my hands. They told me I had set off the alarm. I still don't know what was on my hands, all I know is that it was a chemical alarm. so they asked me which bags were mine, I told them without being dickish about it. They were treating me respectfully so I did the same. After they checked my bags they pulled me out of the container. They said they have to give me the advanced pat down. Now let me interupt my story really quickly. I'm from Casper, Wyoming, my comfort zone is about five feet. I felt uncomfortable just being in the airport. Now, where were we, oh yes. So this guy gave me the pat down, and to tell you the truth, it didn't bother me, at all. He was extreamly thurough too. So when this was all done I grabed my stuff and on my merry way. So I've waited till now to tell you my phisical characteristics for a reason. Of which I'm actually not that obliged to tell you all. So any way I'm six foot, about 200 lean pounds, and as white as they come.
I don't know mabey its just me but the screening didn't bother me at all.
I don't know mabey its just me but the screening didn't bother me at all.