Making a scene

I hate airport security. It makes the task of flying almost unbearable. I’d rather take a 10 hour train than a 1.5 hour flight. At first I understood the “Good morning mam, did you accept any items from any unknown persons? Are you carrying any firearms, or billy-clubs with you today?” But now its like chapstick in your purse can set them into a frenzy. Last week on our way home from Budapest my friend Christina got into a pretty intense argument with the check-in lady at the airport. By the time we boarded the shuttle bus everyone on our flight knew her as the girl who had been exchanging four letter words with the airline representative. I was so embarrassed that she was making a scene and afraid that they were going to snap and not let her board the plane. Then this weekend the lock on my backpack got thrown away as I tried to go to Barcelona. I threw a scene of my own! (In Italian). They had seen my US passport, at when I first started complaining one of the guards was like, can someone explain this to her in English? (This was before my Italian rant began) That angered me even more and I was like I speak Italian fine, but can explain to me in whatever language you want! I was like, are you serious? Is this a joke? Then I explained that I had flown several times with the same backpack and the same lock that it had never before been a problem. When I asked “why?” they were just like “because.” I kept being like, that is not really an answer, do you have an actual reason? (I never did get an answer. Its probably because I’m likely to try to lock the flight attendant to the plane or something equally ridiculous. God only knows what some sicko can accomplish with a lock.) Then finally I told them that this was the craziest thing I had ever heard and I stormed off. We will let you check your bag, they offered. Hell no. I will not be inconvenienced by a bike lock!
‘Attention airport security’ I want to scream, ‘I am not a terrorist. I wish no harm on anyone. I’m just trying to get somewhere.’ They argue that these security measures aren’t about me, but about the actual wackos. Everyone must be subjected to this insanity so that we can catch the one bad egg. I hate to be realistic but if someone wants to cause harm and especially if that person is willing to sacrifice his or her life for this objective, no amount of throwing away body wash and locks are going to save us.
Anyway, I swear to God the next time I get hassled at the airport it had better be because Im ‘packin’ an automatic.