I'm a caucasian woman, so what!?
A couple weeks ago, Cinnamon and I we're plotting on me getting down to California to visit her. Given both of our schedules we came up with only two weekends that would work. Immediately, or a few measly weeks later. Even though it would have been a fair amount cheaper to go a couple weeks later, I felt a nudge to go go go now now now. So I did. You saw the pictures.
Monday, August 7th, only a couple days before a thwarted terrorist attack, I arrived at the San Jose airport with Cinnamon, ready to go home. We are both getting on seperate planes. She goes to the Northwest counter and I go down to America West or, whatever company my ticket is through. I am e-ticketing and already aware that I have a crappy seat (17E aka back of plane- middle seat, aka first one on, last one off). I see the opportunity to change my seat to two rows after first class. That's better, I accept. I meet up with Cinnamon and we walk toward security. I am EXPECTING to be stopped. Why? Because stowed in my carry-on suitcase are THREE one liter water bottles and TWO 16 oz bottles. The containers of liquid in my suitcase take up more room than my clothes practically. Let me say once more for emphasis- I EXPECT TO BE STOPPED. Nope, I walked right through. Whatever... Cut to a few hours later. Right as they are finally calling my "zone" to board the plane they announce that there is no more room on the plane for carry-ons and that all bags must be checked. I walked up to the podium and politely explain to the woman that I have no intention of parting with my carry-on and was there still room in first class. She said yes, but are you sure you want to spend $100 to upgrade for such a short flight. I insisted that I did.
Yep, I probably don't fit the terroritst profile, but even I recognize how suspicious my behavior was. Good thing I wasn't a terrorist.
Monday, August 7th, only a couple days before a thwarted terrorist attack, I arrived at the San Jose airport with Cinnamon, ready to go home. We are both getting on seperate planes. She goes to the Northwest counter and I go down to America West or, whatever company my ticket is through. I am e-ticketing and already aware that I have a crappy seat (17E aka back of plane- middle seat, aka first one on, last one off). I see the opportunity to change my seat to two rows after first class. That's better, I accept. I meet up with Cinnamon and we walk toward security. I am EXPECTING to be stopped. Why? Because stowed in my carry-on suitcase are THREE one liter water bottles and TWO 16 oz bottles. The containers of liquid in my suitcase take up more room than my clothes practically. Let me say once more for emphasis- I EXPECT TO BE STOPPED. Nope, I walked right through. Whatever... Cut to a few hours later. Right as they are finally calling my "zone" to board the plane they announce that there is no more room on the plane for carry-ons and that all bags must be checked. I walked up to the podium and politely explain to the woman that I have no intention of parting with my carry-on and was there still room in first class. She said yes, but are you sure you want to spend $100 to upgrade for such a short flight. I insisted that I did.
Yep, I probably don't fit the terroritst profile, but even I recognize how suspicious my behavior was. Good thing I wasn't a terrorist.