I had 14 stitches on my neck from a dog bite, nine on one side and five on the other. The TSA agent looked at me and said, “It’s time to take off your Halloween makeup,” then actually handed me an antibacterial wipe and tried to pull off one of the bandages. It was March. I don’t even know where to start.
I like to think I’m fairly quick on my feet, but my brain absolutely ground to a halt while she stared at me with the most misplaced smug expression I’ve ever seen. I slapped her hand away when she reached for my neck. Honestly, I think that reaction was a product of how completely offline my brain was because, obviously, that was not the ideal response. Anyway, she wigged out, and I got pulled out of line and dumped in a room for about an hour before the supervisor got there.
I'm not terribly proud of how I acted, but it was a less-than-an-hour domestic flight, and my grandmother was actively passing away in the hospital. By that point, she had already passed away, but I wasn't aware of it yet. The supervisor let me go and had someone drive me to the gate on a cart, so I made it with minutes to spare
I like to think I’m fairly quick on my feet, but my brain absolutely ground to a halt while she stared at me with the most misplaced smug expression I’ve ever seen. I slapped her hand away when she reached for my neck. Honestly, I think that reaction was a product of how completely offline my brain was because, obviously, that was not the ideal response. Anyway, she wigged out, and I got pulled out of line and dumped in a room for about an hour before the supervisor got there.
I'm not terribly proud of how I acted, but it was a less-than-an-hour domestic flight, and my grandmother was actively passing away in the hospital. By that point, she had already passed away, but I wasn't aware of it yet. The supervisor let me go and had someone drive me to the gate on a cart, so I made it with minutes to spare
