I love cartoons... They speak the truth in little words
Every time I fly (which isn't often, because I am poor), I get stuck in long lines, shoulders aching from carrying my heavy carryo-on and purse, barefoot, thirsty and confused. I have a Masters degree, yet I can't buy a ticket in cash- it goes straight on the credit card. I have lived in the US my whole life and hail from a small white-bread town in Missouri, and have a name like "Dusty." I know. Its scary how much I resemble a terroist, right?
However, when I flew from San Diego to Dallas, My lovely curves were felt-up by Big Mamma, searched and prodded; my beautiful handbag emptied out for all the world to see my Wal Mart brand tampon and lipgloss stash. And for what? I accidently left my $12 bottle of face lotion in my bag- a nice organic moisturizer that I consider a luxury. It was .2 ounces over the limit. POINT 2! And it was half-empty! So it actually was not over the limit- the bottle was. Yet Mr. Amawallajibbjabbb, on the watch list and boarding under mysterious circustances.... GETS ON WITH A BOMB in HIS PANTS!!!! What the hell is the world coming to? It is as if we are afraid to offend anyone suspicious, so we let them walk right on a plane with innocent men, women and chidlren.
I have nothing against profiling. Nothing at all. I am actually pretty good at it (a skill I learned from years of retail and food service).
For Example:
If I am walking to my car and a guy in baggy jeans and a cap is walking around the parking lot "looking suspicious," bet you're damn right I am watching my step and maybe even report him!
If I am riding the train and a person who smells funny and is dressed like a homeless person sits next to me, I am going to expect him/her to ask for a handout- because nine out of ten times THEY DO!
If an elderly person walks into a restaurant, I know they are not going to tip well and run my arse off. I just know it!!




