From: Alan Bostick <abostick@netcom.com>
To: cypherpunks@toad.com
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From: Alan Bostick <abostick@netcom.com>
Date: Mon, 20 Jan 1997 16:40:35 -0800 (PST)
To: cypherpunks@toad.com
Subject: Re: Airport security [no such thing]
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What started this thread off was Lucky Green's observation of the beerkegs
getting through the security checkpoints at the Oakland Airport.
Just yesterday I flew from Seattle's Sea-Tac Airport to Oakland, on
Southwest Airlines. My partner and I were (we thought) checking in just
in time to be in the second boarding group. (Explanation of Southwest's
lo-tech allocation of seat choice elided). An unacompanied woman was
the next person ahead of us in the line.
She presented the gate agent with *four* tickets and *four* IDs. "Where
are these other people?" the agent asked. "They're parking the car,"
said the traveler. The agent gave her all four boarding passes; and my
companion and I were bumped to the third boarding group.
The woman in front of us was white and middle-class-looking, traveling
with what appeared to be her family. One wonders what would have
happened were she a swarthy man wearing robes and a burnoose. Or if she
were just wearing shabby clothes.
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