It’s no secret. I hate to fly.
If you’re thinking hate is a strong word, it’s not. I’d use a stronger word if I knew of one.
It’s just not natural. A flying tube thousands of feet in the air with lots of humans inside, operated by another human. What part of that sounds ok?
But in the past two years, I have come to hate flying even more. The reason… my diabetes.
Before the pump, I had to worry that my vials of insulin and needles and other various accessories (sharp objects) would be mistaken for some sort of terroristic weaponry. Most of the time, I had no problems, but on a few occasions, (one particular incident in Brazil stands out) I thought I would either be pulled into a tiny room with Frederico and his gun or simply not be allowed to take my insulin and supplies with me on the plane. Neither would have been a happy ending.
These days with my pump, I never know what’s going to happen. Sometimes I go through security without an issue, and sometimes… it’s not quite so easy.
One thing is for certain. If there’s a body scanner, you can bet, I’ll be there for a while.
My dilemma with body scanners is this… Do I ‘fess up about the pump before I walk through, or do I just play dumb and pray for safe passage?
Playing dumb is good only if the TSA folks have no intention of making an issue of the fact that there’s something ‘concealed’ under my clothes. If they’re not going to mention it, why should I, right? If I ‘fess up before walking through the scanner when they weren’t going to make an issue of it, you can bet they will after my confession.
BUT if I don’t tell them before, and they DO make an issue of it, I look like I’m intentionally being sneaky. More terrorist-like. Essentially, it’s a crapshoot.
On our last trip to Chicago, I chose the “play dumb” option, and as I was waiting in line to go through the scanner, a very large, very intimidating, very interested security dude got my attention and asked very sternly, “What’s in your pocket?”
Dang it! (In my head, his voice was like Jafar from Disney’s Aladdin, but I’m sure it wasn’t quite so sinister.)