Belgium TSA Agents

Belgium TSA Agents

Airport security is different across the globe. Having gotten used to USA TSA, being screened by European airport security was...well, let's just say, "educational". Not only at airports, but also seeing sights like 2 to 4 Police Officers roaming the aisle ways of Trains like they were looking for someone. Also everyday on the cruise as we re-entered the ship, we had to go through the identification and metal detectors process all over again.

It's no secret that the French take first place in having all the characteristics you hate to see in people. They are certainly a difficult people to deal with. In fact, yesterday we went to church in an area of Dublin called Templeogue on Knocklyon Road (about $30 away from downtown Dublin), and, talking to one of the members, he asked about the different people we had met. I mentioned that we had also met some very rude people. He said, "You mean the French?" Ha Ha!

Belgium is made up of a lot of French. Our waiter at the Airport Hotel was a prime example! But so was airport TSA, or whatever they call themselves. I played by the rules and made sure I had absolutely nothing in my pockets, removing my hat, jacket, etc. At least we didn't have to take our shoes off! So I made it through pretty well.

So I wondered what was keeping Debby so long. Apparently she was trying to smuggle out a plastic Tupperware cheese slicer and her hidden credit cards! The French agent took the cheese slicer back to his superior for consultation. Apparently, they must have needed one for their break room because they confiscated it straight away! They made her take off her belly pouch of hidden credit cards and put them in a plastic box She also set off the security alarm and was converged upon by former Gestapo agents (after all, she looked like someone out for no good (I will not use the "T" word here for fear they may be monitoring our communications, as well). Because my Debby fits "the profile", she was taken to a holding mark on the floor and was patted down.

They patted her down twice; apparently she was trying to smuggle a coin hidden in the corner of her pocket. She tried going back a third time but they wouldn't let her. I saw Nancy sneak in the pat down line but Ron made her get out.

Finally we made it through and got on the plane.