Titans & Airport Security
Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2020 2:42 pm
Hi all!
Has been a long time since I’ve logged on here (which is a credit to both this community and my surgeon!) but I thought I’d come back to share a recent experience.
Titans and airport security! Has anyone else had an... encounter with regard such?
I was passing through airports in Europe these past days for work and while I have never had issues with the standard metal detectors, I just experienced one of those large body scanners for the first time post-op.
I stand with legs apart and arms out per security’s instructions, the machine whirrs to life, they look quizzically at me and ask, ‘Have you anything in your pockets, Sir?’
I respond with a kindly, ‘No’
I turn out my pockets and again the machine whirrs. They say, ‘Are you sure, Sir?’
I say, ‘Yes’
I am asked to stand aside while an aging yet enthusiastic security guard takes it to upon himself to feel my legs and ass. He reaches my balls and Titan such that it is.
He asks, ‘Is this you?’
I say, ‘I’m pretty sure it is’
He stands and waves me on. As I collect my bag, belt, and coat I can hear him and the female guards giggling away to themselves. I quietly thank God that none of the adjacent passengers appear to understand English and go on my way.
Moral of the story? I’m not entirely sure. But suffice to say that should any of you gents be flying from Schipol Airport in Amsterdam, be prepared for what may be an interesting screening.
Usually you have to pay for that in Amsterdam.
Has been a long time since I’ve logged on here (which is a credit to both this community and my surgeon!) but I thought I’d come back to share a recent experience.
Titans and airport security! Has anyone else had an... encounter with regard such?
I was passing through airports in Europe these past days for work and while I have never had issues with the standard metal detectors, I just experienced one of those large body scanners for the first time post-op.
I stand with legs apart and arms out per security’s instructions, the machine whirrs to life, they look quizzically at me and ask, ‘Have you anything in your pockets, Sir?’
I respond with a kindly, ‘No’
I turn out my pockets and again the machine whirrs. They say, ‘Are you sure, Sir?’
I say, ‘Yes’
I am asked to stand aside while an aging yet enthusiastic security guard takes it to upon himself to feel my legs and ass. He reaches my balls and Titan such that it is.
He asks, ‘Is this you?’
I say, ‘I’m pretty sure it is’
He stands and waves me on. As I collect my bag, belt, and coat I can hear him and the female guards giggling away to themselves. I quietly thank God that none of the adjacent passengers appear to understand English and go on my way.
Moral of the story? I’m not entirely sure. But suffice to say that should any of you gents be flying from Schipol Airport in Amsterdam, be prepared for what may be an interesting screening.
Usually you have to pay for that in Amsterdam.