How many times since Charles’ death, have I thought that?
Back in September, I went through security at LaGuardia in New York, and as I walked through the scanner, the TSA employee said I’d need to be searched. The little visual indicated that the search would be in a delicate area. Shocked, I said, “You have to search my crotch area?”
The TSA employee got fired up and yelled that I was being disrespectful by using the phrase “crotch area.” She went on to lecture that she had a job to do and I needed to watch what I said. Instead of feeling humiliated, I was trying not to laugh. Instead I apologized and told her it was not my intention to insult her, that I was just surprised. She then launched into her manifesto yet again telling me I was not listening when I had been making eye contact and quietly listening to her tell the same lecture twice.
She went to go get her supervisor. While we waited, she gave me the same lecture again. Her supervisor stepped up. listened to her story and got annoyed with her, looked up and said, “Just move on and get the job done, will you?”
Once she walked away, she had to repeat the same lecture for the fourth time while she told me I wasn’t listening when, in fact, I had said nothing but one sentence. She asked if I wanted to have the deed done in private with another TSA employee present. I just wanted it over with and could have given a rat’s ass whether she had to do a pat down in public or not.
I wanted to say, “For God’s sake woman, this is the kind of shit you worry about?” She still has the luxury of being super sensitive. As she word-shamed me I thought about how funny Charles would have found this scene.
As I walked away, the other passengers brushed by and muttered, “Power trip.” And all of us were shaking our heads and finally I could laugh.
I just don’t sweat a lot of small stuff any more. Rarely do I even sweat the big stuff. After going through this loss, my bar for getting annoyed at stuff that may have bothered me before is raised pretty high. I simply don’t get rankled as easily and am much more accommodating and accepting of others.
Shortly after the TSA incident, they announced they were going to have a moment of silence for victims of September 11. Yes, I was flying from NY on that day. And that big, loud airport got completely quiet for several minutes. Now that was profound.