Check-in
So last Wednesday after 4 hours of sleep I got up, showered, had a coffee and packed. Flatmate was nice enough to help me carry bag down the stairs. Took my big luggage bag since I had so much chocolate, but it wasn't exactly heavy, just bulky.
Got to the airport to do the check-in, which was rather painful. I haven't been in the US after 9/11 and couldn't believe all the questions that were asked.
I can live with the usual ones like "did you pack your bag yourself?", but this time they really went far. To the question "have you packed any electronical devices?" I felt like answering no, I left my dildo at home but one look at the serious (and indeed very Swiss) guy I opted for only mobile phone and camera. Then he asked "when did you buy them?"...??? What did he expect me to answer? Oh, I bought them from a guy in a hurry just outside the terminal?
He also asked if I brought any gifts? To which I quite honestly answered yes, chocolate. But he meant if I had any gifts in my luggage that I didn't know what they were. No. "Do you carry anything that can be used as a weapon?". Yes, I have a hairbrush and a pen, which I was planning on sticking in somebody's eye. Really.
Then of course I had to go through security. Off with shoes and jacket. Lipstick and handcreme had to go in a separate transparent bag. Why? Beats me.
When boarding the plane they checked passport again and asked me if I left the hand luggage out of my sight during my time in the airport. Again, felt like answering yes, I left it with a suspicious-looking guy when I was in the bathroom, but somehow felt that they wouldn't appreciate the joke so said no.
Finally on the plane I was lucky to get two seats to myself. They put me in a window seat which I hate (I really tried to have them changed it, but to no avail) and hurray, "boarding completed" without having somebody next to me. Only to see the flight attendant reseating a passenger next to me. She didn't bother to ask me how I felt. So got this overweight German woman next to me. For 8 hours! Yay, the glamour of travel...
My lipsticks and handcreme.
Got to the airport to do the check-in, which was rather painful. I haven't been in the US after 9/11 and couldn't believe all the questions that were asked.
I can live with the usual ones like "did you pack your bag yourself?", but this time they really went far. To the question "have you packed any electronical devices?" I felt like answering no, I left my dildo at home but one look at the serious (and indeed very Swiss) guy I opted for only mobile phone and camera. Then he asked "when did you buy them?"...??? What did he expect me to answer? Oh, I bought them from a guy in a hurry just outside the terminal?
He also asked if I brought any gifts? To which I quite honestly answered yes, chocolate. But he meant if I had any gifts in my luggage that I didn't know what they were. No. "Do you carry anything that can be used as a weapon?". Yes, I have a hairbrush and a pen, which I was planning on sticking in somebody's eye. Really.
Then of course I had to go through security. Off with shoes and jacket. Lipstick and handcreme had to go in a separate transparent bag. Why? Beats me.
When boarding the plane they checked passport again and asked me if I left the hand luggage out of my sight during my time in the airport. Again, felt like answering yes, I left it with a suspicious-looking guy when I was in the bathroom, but somehow felt that they wouldn't appreciate the joke so said no.
Finally on the plane I was lucky to get two seats to myself. They put me in a window seat which I hate (I really tried to have them changed it, but to no avail) and hurray, "boarding completed" without having somebody next to me. Only to see the flight attendant reseating a passenger next to me. She didn't bother to ask me how I felt. So got this overweight German woman next to me. For 8 hours! Yay, the glamour of travel...
My lipsticks and handcreme.
posted by Annika @ 6:19 AM
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