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Welcome friends! You’re about to enter the continuing saga on the immense shittiness that is airport security. Once again we visit Cleveland Hopkins Airport aka Continental Hell. In this episode we visit those guardians of safety….those who are paid to be nosy obstructionists…the baggage check-n-scan security guards. You know, the people who’re more concerned that the metal alarm doesn’t go off than what’s actually in your bags.

In a recent encounter with these people, I placed my cell phone and palm in the little basket so that they wouldn’t make the metal buzzer go off. After I went through the detector, they asked me to turn on both items, in an effort (I guess) to prove that they were real. I did so and the checker took about a second look at each and told me to go through.

Did my description raise an eyebrow for anyone? Maybe it’s my warped sense of thought, but anyone with some electronics knowledge could set up a cell phone or palm to just show a starting screen of some sort and do nothing else. And then with the extra space inside, they could store any number of assorted (and possibly devastating) things.

Maybe I should stop thinking such thoughts when I go to airports. Either that or become an airport security advisor. ^^