Shirtless
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Baton Rouge,
shirtless,
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The TSA agent, in a boring monotone voice, announced loudly, "Removeallcomptuters,liquids,gels,fromyourbags ....everythingfromyourpockets ....removeshoesbelt .....anythingfromyourpockets...."
I was in line awaiting my turn in the Baton Rouge airport for my usual partial pat-down. I stood patiently behind a group of New Orleans Jazzfest band members who had, for some reason, chosen Baton Rouge as their airport. After removing everything from my pockets, the computer from my bag and my boots placed in the bin, I noticed one of the band members had started removing clothing. There was a miniature huddle with a couple of his buddies, so he stopped with removing only the shirt.
Standing at the entrance of the complicated scanning booth, he waited until a supervisor, the agent had called, arrived and told him gruffly, "You can't go through here without a shirt!" With a little hesitation and having his point foiled, the guy slowly put his shirt back on while I and a dozen others in line waited. The agent motioned him through the scanning device. He managed to not do it right a couple of time before getting the OK from the scanner.
Once the line was moving again, I proceeded to have my junk scanned and got a partial pat-down probably because I was laughing so hard at how one guy pawned the TSA.
I was in line awaiting my turn in the Baton Rouge airport for my usual partial pat-down. I stood patiently behind a group of New Orleans Jazzfest band members who had, for some reason, chosen Baton Rouge as their airport. After removing everything from my pockets, the computer from my bag and my boots placed in the bin, I noticed one of the band members had started removing clothing. There was a miniature huddle with a couple of his buddies, so he stopped with removing only the shirt.
Standing at the entrance of the complicated scanning booth, he waited until a supervisor, the agent had called, arrived and told him gruffly, "You can't go through here without a shirt!" With a little hesitation and having his point foiled, the guy slowly put his shirt back on while I and a dozen others in line waited. The agent motioned him through the scanning device. He managed to not do it right a couple of time before getting the OK from the scanner.
Once the line was moving again, I proceeded to have my junk scanned and got a partial pat-down probably because I was laughing so hard at how one guy pawned the TSA.
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