AA story number 154
About to fly back home. That’s me, Misha, a stroller, a car seat, a bag, a laptop bag, a Misha bag. In addition to that, I have to have my shoes off, my belt off, my laptop out, my Kindle out, my boarding pass out, Misha in my arm, the stroller through the metal detector, the car seat through the X-Ray, while pushing my own stuff along the conveyor belt.
Somehow I manage. That’s until this AA flight attendant lady, who just “badged” her way past everyone else in line, pushes my stuff off the belt, dropping things, so she can get her stuff into the X-Ray before me.
My stuff’s on the ground. She doesn’t even look and strolls through. Me, I am holding an infant in my arms, his car seat is inside the X-Ray, I am being hassled to step through the metal detector, which - of course - I won’t do without making sure my laptop and Misha’s things are back on the X-Ray belt.
A TSA lady just stands there and glares. Guess $10/h and no education do not for courteous inter-human relationships make. Another TSA dude starts yelling at me to keep moving. I don’t want to scream, Misha is spooked enough. That’s when the pilot of another airline steps up to help me.
“Sorry,” he says, “that’s AA for you, they don’t care about anyone or anything”. I agree.
