Flying Woes By Ananya Das
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
Are you a traveller?
“Whose bag is this?” the heavily built African American lady, who was also an airport security checker, yelled at someone in general.
I was only listening to her half-heartedly, being distracted by the metal detector that had managed to shriek quite loudly (lights flashing!) when I passed through it! What had triggered that one off? Was it the bangle or was it the ear-ring?
“Go back, take your bracelets and ear-rings off and come back” the security person manning the detector said harshly.
I complied, put everything on the tray to pass through the conveyor belt. This time the detector had the grace to stay silent, but by then the “whose bag is this” question had already been repeated thrice or may be four times. The lady asking the question had already made her way towards a cordoned off area covered with tarpaulin. I just caught a glimpse of her walking away with what I was sure was my capacious flying purse (it was filled with all sorts of odds and ends). Oh my God! It was my bag she was talking about and I was too busy with the detector to pay any attention.